It ain’t no bed of roses, Lord,
This life You’ve given me,
But I rejoice in You each day
For the bright blooms I see.
Sweet, fragrant buds of joy,
And fresh patience in bright array
When thorns tend to annoy.
Amazes and delights.
I find I’m often overwhelmed
By all the wondrous sights.
But You have given me
A life, a garden filled with grace,
Blooming abundantly!
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has
come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
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