Where The Roses Never Die

I think of you now in Paradise. Where the roses never die. You stand beside Him in Glory. In irreproachable Light. Clothed in brilliant white. Beside your Heavenly Bridegroom. Holding a bouquet of red roses in your hands. You are His Bride. In whom He delights. I am happy for you, sweet mother. Although I miss you so. A gentle smile alights your face. As you stand beside Him. Bathed in glorious Light. Your heart is healed and whole now. I see you running through gardens of roses, Like a little girl. With your Good Shepherd next to you. Roses. How you loved them! Red roses. Now you dwell in Glory. Forever with the One who loves you perfectly. Who loves you passionately. Together you walk hand in hand with Your Eternal Bridegroom. Where the roses never die. Where the roses. Never. Die.

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