Saturday's Song - Roses Will Bloom Again

Today's song is kind of a tribute to an old friend, my former pastor, Glenn Button, who passed away Thursday night. In speaking to his wife, Diane, also a friend, she asked if she could play this at his funeral. I've sang this song in church many times and I did a recording of it to be played at my great uncle's (maternal) funeral and it was played at my grandfather's (paternal) funeral as well. I get too emotional at funerals (especially of someone I knew really well) to actually sing it so the recording was a necessity. This time the recording artist will be singing it.

While growing up, Glenn was like another dad to me and my siblings and we were raised with his kids so we were all like family, but then again sometimes that is the way it is when you are raised in church and you have a church family in addition to your blood family.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the family through this time in their lives. Glenn, is in a better place now, a place we all long to call home one day.

This is a picture of me with Glenn & Diane back in 2003 when I was home for my grandpa's funeral, he officiated the service.
Roses Will Bloom Again
by Jeff & Sheri Easter on the Shining Through album

Verse 1
I planted a little rose bush
I tended it with care
It’s buds began to blossom
Their fragrance filled the air
But when winter came it withered,
The petals drooped and fell to the ground
My heart sank as it faded
But I’d forgotten who had made it

Chorus
Roses will bloom again
Just wait and see
Don’t mourn what might have been
Only God knows how and when that
Roses will bloom again

Verse 2
Rose was his only sweetheart
A loving wife for forty years
Cherished every day they had
And held memories oh so dear
He never dreamed he’s bury love
And go to live alone
But he lay his Rose to rest
Looked up to heaven and tried his best
To believe that

Chorus
Roses will bloom again
Just wait and see
Don’t mourn what might have been
Only God knows how and when that
Roses will bloom again

Verse 3
The precious Rose of Sharon
Broken and bruised in cruel shame
Stained on the cross of Calvary
So that men might be saved
Oh, satan cheered as He died
While Mary and the others cried
Then God raised Him up from that sleep
And kept a promise only He could keep

Chorus
Roses will bloom again
Just wait and see
Don’t mourn what might have been