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.