A rose still burning softly
breaking through the dark,
it spits and sparks,
but does not shrivel and die.
A miracle it's still alive.
But lift it to your ear
if you're brave enough to dare
and feel a fire that does not burn,
whose embers are merely there.
It echoes with a distant voice,
the One that gives it life.
The origin of such a rose -
an ancient wonder
of God's holy fireā¦
"And the angel of the LORD appeared to him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush. He looked, and behold, the bush was burning, yet it was not consumed."
~ Exodus 3:2
