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A florist once ask,
Did you ever notice a rose bud before?
It starts all fresh green and hidden no red in sight.
Then almost over night the green bud begins to dry out
and the beautiful color begins to show.

Just as our life begins with so much promise,
then as it were over night begins to bloom,
so the Rose blooms opening into full splendor.

But almost immediately if not before,
perhaps a little water spot turns the beautiful petal brown,
death as it is turns all things into something different.

Those beautiful petals die and are crushed,
to become a sweet smelling perfume,
so goes the path of life of which death is so much a part.

So be sure you ask YaHshua into your heart,
for this life will soon be past and wilt,
but only YaHshua's love will never part.

In the resurrection we shall see,
all HIS garden flowers once again,
but this time in eternal bloom.

Will you be there?
Or will you be doomed?
You must trust in HIS blood,
for HE is the Rose of Sharon and the bright and morning star,
if you wake up as HIS bride you shall NEVER PART.

Be Brothed to the Saviour today,
why wait any longer, for there may be no tomorrow.
For the Son shall come when we expect HIM not,
and take HIS bride home, those brought by HIS blood,
those trusting in HIS grace, those living by faith.

Friend, Pray today and accept HIS gift of eternal life,
for the rose of this life shall die,
but those in HIM shall shine as the stars,
for eternity is there's.

Tis' all free, but you must yield,
then trust and obey,
for there is no other way.

Will you come?

The Choice is yours.

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Find hidden treasure in the Bible.
Perhaps you are already saved and a Preacher.
Do you ever get confused about the will of God?
Some people do and here is a story just for you.

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A young, new preacher was walking with an older, 
more seasoned preacher in the garden one day 
and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, 
he was inquiring of the older preacher. 
The older preacher walked up to a rosebush 
and handed the young preacher a rosebud 
and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief 
at the older preacher and 
was trying to figure out what a rosebud 
could possibly have to do 
with his wanting to know the WILL OF YaHWeH
 for his life and for his ministry. 
Because of his high respect for the older preacher, 
he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, 
while keeping every petal intact...
It wasn't long before he realized 
how impossible it was to do so.

Noticing the younger preacher's inability 
to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, 
the older preacher began to recite the following poem...  

UNFOLDING THE
Rose 
It is only a small rose bud.
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
YaHWeH opens HIS flowers so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in HIM for HIS leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to YaHWeH for HIS guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.

The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as HE unfolds the rose.