A Crushed Rose
O, beautiful rose, please tell me,
For I would like to know
Why I must crush your petals
That the sweet perfume may flow.
O life that is clothed in beauty,
Perhaps like that wonderful rose
You will need to be crushed by suffering
If the radiance of your life must glow.
A life that is crushed by sorrow
Can feel for another's grief,
And send out that fragrance of love
That will bring some heart relief.
O, do not repine at your testing
When called to pass under the rod;
For your life the sweeter will be
If blest by the hand of God.
Then let us rejoice when He sendeth
Some sorrow or hardship that tries;
And be glad to be crushed as the rose leaf
That a sweeter perfume may arise.
~~Flora Osgood~~
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