O the deep, deep love of Jesus it washes white as snow. TIS 232
I looked with wonder at a white rose bud that was just opening. It was perfectly formed, pure white with dots of red and crystal clear rain drops on its petals and as I pondered its beauty something drew me beyond its floral beauty and I saw the white as the purity of Jesus, the red drops as his blood and the raindrops as his tears and as I gaze at it I see the love of Jesus. Though I don't know the name of that rose I call it the ' sacrificial rose.'
May the Lord of Peace give you peace at all times and in all ways.
Anne, servant of the Lord
O the love of Jesus
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