In the spring when the rain has fallen,
And the grass is green and the garden blooming;
Comes the rose in colours to all for adoring,
And the unbeatable rose is the life imploring.
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And like a man who had been tempted to sin,
On his way to his death and to be dead and win;
The unbeatable rose is the resurrection victory,
The answer to those who believe in the glory.
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Now the people have tried to change and save,
To lead back the dead from the hurting and grave;
The unbeatable rose is a blood red and the way,
Of life everlasting like God's son on the day.
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The unbeatable rose so true and infinitely perfect,
That is a fashion to serve and to follow and reflect;
The man who has done and gone to be with the Lord,
Whose women could tell the perfume and smell the reward.
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And the memory is meaningful and the food for the thought,
The beauty unendingly and unendless to live and be bought;
That the freeness once given of life in the unbeatable rose,
Is a proposition of return in the image of the one who knows.
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And no one can ever forget the scent of a rose to the nose,
The unbeatable rose from which reminded all heaven has shows;
And the magic is replaced by the fleeting last breath,
That with the unbeatable rose you can really beat death.
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Signed,
Victory Waiting.
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