Red Roses

If every flower were a rose
A rose it’s beauty would not be
Trampled on like blades of grass
Red roses would not be a thing
Oh God
What simple fool would think
The yellow sunflower will stand too tall?
Oh God
What simple fool would think
The purple iris, far too dark?
Oh God
Oh God
Oh little one there’s none like you
Hand crafted so perfectly
By God, Himself, He gave you life
The breath of whom all living things
If every flower were a rose
A rose it’s beauty would not be
You’re beautiful like no one else
You’re one of a kind, made perfectly
Oh God
What a simple fool would think
Those daffodils with their silly bells?
Oh God
What a simple fool would think
Those lilies and their petals pale?
Oh God
Oh God
Oh God