I came into this world
With a purpose in my life.
No one could understand
The things that I have lacked.A sunshine (flower) in the meadow
to brighten up the way,
Where darkness ruled
the path I was to take.
I came with the thorns,
That's what caused the pain.
But what's a budding rose
Without the thistles and the thorns?
I was pampered and pruned,
My fragrance filled the air.
A bud of a rose
Getting ready to bloom.
But then the Master looked
And saw the perfect rose.
He took me by the roots
And in His garden I now bloom.
By Irza Rivera Mendez
1/24/99
