Jesus is the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley. Almighty God sent this Rose to comfort us in our self-chosen state after the Fall, when we no longer fell under Theocracy of God. The Almighty promised us the Saviour, Who would come to save us from consequences of the Fall.
The rose flower is beauty, it is grace. Many angels and saints who come to visit us on earth, send rose scent to bring a moment of sweetness and hope.
Let us thank God for all herbalists who heal using rose, and for rose's healing properties. Let us be thankful for the joy of this exquisite flower in our midst.
May rose portend the heavenly kingdom, where all joy and beauty reigns. May the rose and all flowers in the heavenly garden, blush in joy to be near Christ in the kingdom.
Rose of Eden restored
O Rose of Sharon, pure and bright,
Soft blooming in eternal light;
O Lily of the Valley fair,
God’s tender Love made full known there.
When we, by choice, from grace did fall,
Then shadows dimmed creation’s call
No longer held in Theocracy’s embrace,
We wandered far from Eden’s place.
Yet God, in mercy, did not leave
Our wounded hearts alone to grieve;
He promised One, a saving Bloom,
Whose life would break the darkest gloom.
The Rose was sent in time and space,
A sign of beauty, truth, and grace;
His petals speak of heaven above,
The fragrance whispers: “God is love.”
In quiet hours, when burdens press,
When life feels but a wilderness;
A sudden sweetness fills the air -
The hint of angels lingers there.
For saints and hosts unseen draw near,
To comfort hearts weighed down by fear;
In that sweet scent, so soft, so mild,
We are consoled; God’s weary child.
Blessed be God for healing art,
For hands that soothe the aching heart;
For those who tend with gentle care,
And find His grace in roses fair.
O gift of petals, balm and sign,
Sweet testament of love Divine;
A glimpse of joy is gently shown,
Where beauty flowers before His throne.
In that Kingdom, bright above,
Where all is peace, and all is love;
I pray my garden there may be
With roses blooming endlessly -
Each blossom turning, full of grace,
With full-felt joy toward His Face;
Till all creation, bright and true,
Blushes in Christ, forever new.
Image courtesy of ChatGPT with CN Whittle "Jesus blessing the rose"
With thanks to Youtube
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