His Grandeur

A bud unfolds in the grandeur of the morn,
As the dark shadows of night silently flee,
With its beauty rising among the thorns,
Its fragrance sweetly beckons the honey bee.

There I see the awesome Hand of God above,
Silently moving across the verdant earth,
Displaying the grandeur of His precious love,
With a rose as a token of His new birth.

–Roger Lee, by permission