A Rosebud

by Virginia Cheeney

This is a poem that the pastor read at our daughter, Jessica Lynn Marie
Wilson, he found it from another pastor. Jessica Lynn died at the age
of 6 weeks on April 14, 1996.

reprinted with permission

A tiny little rosebud was ours to watch
unfold; to love, enjoy and nurture;
to cuddle and to hold.
Then death's dark hand did snatch her,
held her tightly in it's grip.
But it's sting could not harm her;
could not keep her in it's fist.

The owner of the vineyard, hands scarred
for her, said, "Come", His joy and
peace engulfed her.
She smiled at the Holy One.

A golden crown He gave her; a present
from the Groom.
Our tiny rosebud blossomed, unfurls into
full bloom.

Though her labor in the vineyard had only
just begun; her full reward He gave her,
eternity with the Son.

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