GIMME A ROSE AND PAINT IT PINK 3

Giving Him roses painted pink?
Why pink? Were roses not meant to be red?
Why was everything of a parable with Him?
Why not tell me dance on the sky?
Or walk on water?
Or swim in the pool of Jordan?
Wait! Those two lines hit me.
Weren’t things of impossibility made possible with Him
Was I not suppose to obey and find a blessing?
Wasn’t it by painting the roses my eyes of enlightenment be opened?

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