Roses Come Into Bloom
We’re walking the narrow road far from home.
I run into storms wherever I roam.
Looking for some shelter, but nobody has room.
I stand still in my moments of gloom.
An old wise man offers me some wine.
I took a sip and saw a sign.
Roses come into bloom
Rainy day passes away
Making way for another sunny day
Roses come into bloom
Out comes the sun for a brighter day!
Roses along the path led me back home.
I realized I had no longer lost my way.
I know I had no reason to roam.
The voice of love has called me back.
I no longer hide from the pitch black.
Hear a voice in the silent wind
It’s calling me home
I have gone too far
Too far from home
Roses come into bloom
Fear subsided and I’m further along the road.
I have seen my home, my humble abode.
A house is being built even as we speak.
Abundant riches our given to the weak.
The silent wind as has shown me the way.
Listen closely to what the wind may say.
Gentle wind calls me out
Pushing me into the hands of love
As roses come into bloom
© brohunrecoveryoutreach.org 2020 Darren LaBrecque
