Crystal Rose

So fragile is the gift of life.
Just as a crystal rose.
Tended to by His own hand
We're given sweet repose.
At time then trials come
Then lo it causes quake.
Though the rose is is shattered.
It's spirit does not brake.
The planter takes the rose away.
And keeps it safe inside.
Though troubles were perished in it's life
The planter speaks his name with pride.
Yet, though the strong young rose bud
Is safely back with Him.
We miss the rose which had few thorns
And sing a saddened hym.
Yes, life is but a fragile rose.
That has some great quakes in store
When we look through the eyes of the mighty planter
It clearly is much more.

Dedicated in memory of Kevin Andrew Hayne.
We'll see you in Heaven Kevin, though I wish I got to know you more. You will be missed, yet, we will see you again.