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The Perfect Rose by Patricia Joan Polhans This precious little Savior from the manger came To bloom into a perfect rose whose destiny did not wane. Who would've ever thought that this tiny, wee rosebud Would blossom into a Savior that was sent from God above! He would grow from a tiny shoot who in the manger lay And would bud into a Savior who would give His life away. So he hung there on that cross, this rose between two thorns, Knowing that this was why He'd been born on Christmas morn! |
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