Tennessee Memories - Wild and Bumbling

Wild roses

Tennessee Memories - Wild White Rose

 

The Thousand Word Project - My Roses Red

Soft lay the autumn sun

Upon my roses red,

And lights my heart in praise

To God. My soul is fed.
MES

Poetry and Photo - Where Glory Dwells

Revelation 22:3-5 And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads. And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever. 

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for—
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

There the red rose of Sharon
Unfolds its heartsome bloom
And fills the air of Heaven
With ravishing perfume:
Oh! To behold it blossom,
While by its fragrance fanned
Where glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my king of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His piercèd hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.

Excerpt from Immanuel's Land by Anne R. Cousin
(also called The Sands of Time Are Sinking)

The Thousand Word Project - Flowers and Lace

The Thousand Word Project - In the Pink of Summer

Song of Solomon 2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. 

The Thousand Word Project - Wildly Blooming

Isaiah 35:1-2 The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing: the glory of Lebanon shall be given unto it, the excellency of Carmel and Sharon, they shall see the glory of the LORD, and the excellency of our God. 

Tennessee Memories - Wild Roses In the Hedge

 

The Thousand Word Project - Red is the Rose

 

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne,
But my love is fairer than any.

- Traditional Irish ballad -
In memory of my Irish great-grandmother.

The Thousand Word Project - Blushing Pink

My husband bought these flowers for me before we were married. :-)