He saw a bud that would soon blossom.
He also saw the thorns, and he thought,
Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose,
So it is with many people ...
Within every soul ... there is a Rose.
and eventually it dies.
We never realize our potential.
Some don't see the rose within themselves ...
and yet still help another to realize they can overcome their faults.
If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns.
Only then will they blossom,
May you have a Blessed Sunday
The Canned Quilter