God's Roses

By Mary K. Price

Gods Roses

I saw a rose once blooming beside a garden wall. It unfolded its lovely
petals and stood up straight and tall.

The sun in all its glory kissed all the dew away. The breeze caught the rose
in its arms and caused it to gently sway.

The fragrance filled the garden; its sweetness filled the air. Its beauty
could not be captured; Gods love placed it there.

Summer passed, then Autumn; its leaves began to fall. The wind blew the
lovely petals; some fell on the garden wall.

Autumn passed, then Winter; the rose could no longer be found. The
storms in all their fury had buried it beneath the ground.

This rose is like the Christian; the sun shines, then departs. But God in
His infinite mercy knows the strength of the human heart.

Then Spring with a burst of glory invades the garden wall. And Gods
children shall rise again like the rose beside the wall.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479796960

Mary K. Price

Mary K. Price, was born Mary Katherine Hyatt, April 10, 1917 to Francis and Anna Mae Hyatt in Cynthiana, Kentucky. People my age feel uncomfortable calling their parents by their given name, so I shall refer to Mary as mother or mom. Mom had seven siblings, one brother and six sisters. At press time she has two sisters still with us. At the age of sixteen she came down with typhoid fever. That same year she lost her mother, to what, she is not sure. Mother married Harry P. Price in 1938, I, H. Preston,the elder was born in 1940, my brother Richard was born in 1947. In between my brother and I mother gave birth to twin girls that were only on this earth a short while, for which she grieved, from the day of her loss. My brother and I grew up with some relative or other staying with us for an extended time. Our house was always open, all were welcome. The memories of growing up with a rather harsh father, brought her years of painful memories. Mother started writing poetry at the age fifty-two. She would memorize scripture to replace unwelcome memories of her youth and the lose of the twins. She told me that as she walked out in the field next to our house quoting scripture to herself when God gave her, her first poem. She went back to the house and wrote it down. At ninety-six her memory, as one might expect, is a bit sketchy, but she thinks ‘Neighbors’ was her first poem. Mother said God inspired each and every poem and she gets a blessing out of rereading them. I think you will too. It has been my pleasure to, sort, type and edit mother’s handwritten work. ‘God’s Roses’ is a collection of God inspired poems by our mother Mary K. Price.

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God’s Roses

Mary K. Price

Copyright © 2013 by Mary K. Price

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Contents

God’s Roses

The Cross Is Bare

Lord, Help Me to Build

Unseen Things

What Is Love?

Christmas in the Heart of a Child

Thanksgiving from Our Hearts

Born to Be Free

God Blesses Little Things

This Is the Day the Lord Has Made

What Shall My Influence Be?

It Was a Holy Night

New Beginnings

God Knows Best, Always

There Is Rejoicing in Heaven

Sowing and Reaping

He Cares

His Loving Care

Your Will, Not Mine

Peace, Be Still

Am I My Brother’s Keeper?

Not Guilty

Neighbors

Victory

Be Ye Kind

Heaven Is the Home of the Redeemed

Prayer

Lord, Lead Me Today

God’s Gift of Love

The Trial of Our Faith

Am I a Good Witness?

Have Faith in God

Where Would I Be without Jesus?

Thank God for Little Things

What Is the Worth of a Soul?

I Pray for You

A Tribute to Mother

Our Land Is a Gift from God

How Much Do I Love Jesus?

Follow Jesus—He Knows Best

His Hands

America Needs God

Put God First

The Fields Are White unto Harvest

He Counted Not the Cost

God Forgives

Not Quite Worth a Tittle

Let Others See Jesus in You

Lord, Help Me Be a Good Witness

Let Us Hope from Our Hearts

The Night Comes Sooner than We Think