A Rose Amidst The Thorns! Poem by Dave Dafes

‘Rounded by thickets, thorns 'n' briars,
Ev'ryone thought He'd choke before He could bud.
Beset by weeds and ruffled by the coarse earth,
He fought bravely the battles of survival.
Though on His tender shoots the pest fed.
He sprout'd still, A Rose Amidst The Thorns.

Bruised 'n' battered from all sides,
It bled from its crimson hides.
‘Twas like a cursed reed,
Whose frail stem is shaken by ev'ry gush of wind,
With an inferior endowment by nature gifted
A Rose Amidst The Thorns.

Though the sun may cause Him to wither,
The rain refreshes His petals.
Then His perfume attracts from afar,
As His petals enchant ev'ry gaze on it.
In court gardens ‘n' royal tables He adores,

My Rose Amidst The Thorns!
Who could have thought You'll bloom?
Who could've thought You'll survive?
Not a medium or a seer.
But You blossomed though,
A Rose Amidst The Thorns!