The Rose

The Rose

Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.

Change the last refrain to : 

Lies the seed that with the Son's love

in the spring becomes the rose.....

It take's the love of God that molds us into the beauty that God created. Without the Son's love, we would just be another lump of dirt. But, with the giving of God's only Son, we have the ability to be a rose. It may seem like we are in a dark and loathesome place but every rose must be planted, every diamond must be pressured, and every child of God must face trials. 

 Galatians 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

BUT WITH THE SON'S LOVE

IN THE SPRING BECOMES THE ROSE!