Max Johnson

 

God made a rose and let it grow.

A red, red rose with form so fair,

Written while driving between Pocatello and Boise, Idaho 1951


God made a rose and let it grow.

A red, red rose with form so fair,

To represent true love, you know —

A Mother’s love and tender care.

 

God formed a tree with leaves so green,

And arms stretched ever to the sky;

True character in this is seen,

And strength that’s drawn from Him on high.

 

God gave the stars — pinpoints of light

Like Mother’s truth and virtue strong,

To pierce the blackness of the night —

To pierce this dark world’s shame and wrong.

 

But all these gifts God made so fair,

The rose, the tree, the stars that shine,

Are only symbols of a gift most rare —

A Christian Mother such as mine.

 

 

 

 

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