When God

When God was making roses

I think that he foreknew

All the times that I would need them

Cause my heart was feeling blue. 

When God was making roses

I am sure He took delight

In knowing I would smell their scent

To get me through some plight.

When God was making roses

I think He laughed with glee

To know for celebrations

They'd be perfect, just for me.

"For pain, for joy, for everyday

A rose will fit the bill,"

So he shaped and cut and colored each

My heart to overfill.