A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through
A crevice that had opened wide;
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
And then passed to the other side.
Now you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted; the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God’s own loving care.