This short little poem was written, inspired by a rosebush that was growing outside of the church I was serving a year ago:
You have learned to grow Under the shadow of hope, Sweet is the sanctuary you'll Never know, planted here. Are there ways you may wish to Be welcomed but find your Roots run too deep into Scrutiny? Understood? No. Understate…
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