A friend gave me a beautiful brooch in the shape of rose. Attached to it was this small poem. I can’t find the author, but I share the poem’s beauty with you today.
Long ago to Bethlehem came kings from far off lands,
Bearing gifts of jewels, gold, and myrrh in out-stretched hands
Lowly shepherds from the hills little lambs did bring
Angels sang as all proclaimed the birth of new born King!
Unnoticed, near the humble crib, a tiny shepherdess prayed
Weeping silent tears because no gift had she for babe.
And lo, small lovely blooms sprang up as her tears fell to the ground
And she hastened to the Holy Child with the loveliness she’d found.
Little Jesus touched the blooms with his blessed hand
The fragile petals flushed rosy pink and Christmas Rose began.
To this day when Christmas comes and no other time of year,
The abundant blooms of Christmas Rose bring all its joyous cheer!
“Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star as it rose, and we have come to worship him.”(Matthew 2:2, NLT)