In the depths of harshest winter, the Christmas Rose will bloom.
Crimson vibrancy of life against a bitter frost.
Though the world around be cold, she yet holds a tender warmth.
Her gentle petals ever softened in ethereal Grace.
From Heaven must it come, for entwined with frozen earth, what nourishment or comfort could she hope to find?
Though earth is meant to nourish her, she comes to nourish earth.
This sweet Rose that, born at Christmas, God bestows as gift.
A bright symbol of His love, her sweet aroma fills the night.
Wafting gently through the air as she falls fast asleep.
Having blessed the world but once for all, she returns to the One who formed her.
Angela Love 