Sunday,
gentle Sunday,
Brings
this week, down
to a close.
A
time for me to
give to you,
A lovely
yellow rose,
And
with this rose,
a wish for you,
That
with the new
week's start,
You'll
know love, and
peace and joy,
In
mind, in soul
and heart.
Perhaps,
come midweek and
you find,
A
harried, hurried
life,
Filled
with naught but
problems,
trials,
And
elements of
strife,
Find
a quiet,
peaceful place,
Eyes
closed, in sweet
repose,
Meditate
and contemplate,
on this,
The
Yellow Rose.

When
at last, you are
at peace,
Recount your
sunny days,
For
you've been
blessed so
often,
In
so many, many
ways.
All
good things
come, from God
above,
or
so the saying
goes,
He
gives us life,
hope, love and
joy,
and
this, The Yellow
Rose.
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