A garden of roses
I wrote this poem based off a little story someone told me about how missions are like a rose garden. I decided to expand on that concept a little bit more and that's where I got this poem from:) It applies to so much more than just missions! It can be situations, relationships, expectations, etc. I hope that it can help at least one person! Sorry for the short email. But God loves you! Have an amazing week!
Out in the distance was a garden of roses, beautiful to see and pleasant to all noses.
"One day I'll be there!" I said with a smile, although it felt like it was out a good mile.
But time crept up fast and the next thing I knew, there I was, the roses in view!
As I stepped in the garden, the smell started to fade; the beautiful red had turned a new shade.
I hadn't noticed the thorns that were layered within; they were sharp and hurt as they scratched up my skin.
"What have I done?!" I questioned out loud, looking in all directions to see a way out.
But there was nowhere but forward or back where I came; I knew at that moment I'd never be the same.
The thorns awfully hurt and often led me to tears; I was faced with heartache and many of my fears.
My legs were all scarred, dripping with blood, but I kept my eyes forward, just like He would.
Yes, even my Savior, who first suffered for me. He had his own garden He called Gethsemane.
He bled for me then like I bleed for Him now; He is my answer and always my "how."
Out of the garden, I made one last leap; I turned behind me and started to weep.
There in my garden, I had blazed a new way. I had grown like my Savior, day after day.
I'm grateful for the scars that remind me I grew. The Savior once told me, "I keep my scars to remind me of you".
I'm grateful God hurt me and allowed me to grow; I wouldn't be me and know now what I know!
Behind me there is a garden of roses, beautiful to see and pleasant to all noses.
I once was there, I can say with a smile, and I'll remember it forever, mile after mile.
The time in that garden went all too fast; I will forever be grateful for that moment in my past.
For that is the spot where I met my best friend. Yes, even my Savior, who is with me till the end.
-Elder Steadman
Out in the distance was a garden of roses, beautiful to see and pleasant to all noses.
"One day I'll be there!" I said with a smile, although it felt like it was out a good mile.
But time crept up fast and the next thing I knew, there I was, the roses in view!
As I stepped in the garden, the smell started to fade; the beautiful red had turned a new shade.
I hadn't noticed the thorns that were layered within; they were sharp and hurt as they scratched up my skin.
"What have I done?!" I questioned out loud, looking in all directions to see a way out.
But there was nowhere but forward or back where I came; I knew at that moment I'd never be the same.
The thorns awfully hurt and often led me to tears; I was faced with heartache and many of my fears.
My legs were all scarred, dripping with blood, but I kept my eyes forward, just like He would.
Yes, even my Savior, who first suffered for me. He had his own garden He called Gethsemane.
He bled for me then like I bleed for Him now; He is my answer and always my "how."
Out of the garden, I made one last leap; I turned behind me and started to weep.
There in my garden, I had blazed a new way. I had grown like my Savior, day after day.
I'm grateful for the scars that remind me I grew. The Savior once told me, "I keep my scars to remind me of you".
I'm grateful God hurt me and allowed me to grow; I wouldn't be me and know now what I know!
Behind me there is a garden of roses, beautiful to see and pleasant to all noses.
I once was there, I can say with a smile, and I'll remember it forever, mile after mile.
The time in that garden went all too fast; I will forever be grateful for that moment in my past.
For that is the spot where I met my best friend. Yes, even my Savior, who is with me till the end.
-Elder Steadman
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Great poem Elder Steadman, love it!!! Lots of truth about life in there!
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