My Daughter...My Rose Poem by Perry Biggerstaff

In the garden I call life
Where I grow so many things
I pull the weeds of toil and strife
that life and living brings.
And in the center of my world
a perfect flower grows
It's beauty matched by nothing else
....my daughter....my sweet rose.

I've watered her with sweat and tears
and fed her with my prayers
reminding her that God is good
and that her Savior cares.

I've watched her grow
and watched her bloom
So full of love and grace
And now I see the love of God
....Reflected in her face.

Lord, I ask you keep Your hand
on this flower You gave to me,
I hope that she can understand,
that the woman I now see,
fills me with a fathers's pride
and I hope my daughter knows,
In this garden I call life
....I cherish my sweet rose.