At the edge of winter
A single rose still blooms,
Over all her sisters
Impending darkness looms.
Yet her fragile blossom
Blushes like it was spring
And her simple beauty
Will, ceaseless pleasure bring.
Winter’s pall may linger
Through months of dreary rain,
But, in my heart’s garden,
She’ll blossom once again.
Ezekiel 16: 14
And your fame spread among the nations on account of your beauty, because the splendor I had given you made your beauty perfect, declares the Sovereign LORD.
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