The Legend of the Rose

By: Ruth Chua Hak Yee👩

 

 When Father created the flowers,

The Father gave a name

To a red and prettiest one.

And timidly it came,

Standing before Father,

Gazing in His glorious face. 

It said with a timid voice,

And rose with a gentle pace.

"My Lord, the name Thou gavest me,

Alas, I have forgot."

The Father tenderly looked on her,

And said, "Rose, My Precious Gold."