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Let's walk hand in hand
With the Lord
Along sunlit ways.
The road that leads to heaven
Is lined with roses.
You won't mind
A thorn or two,will you?
The fragrance of the flower
Oft hides
The prickles of the stem.
Heaven's choicest blessings are
Oft hidden
In green calyxes.
Come on,
Let's rise
And pick the roses.
© MIRIAM JACOB
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