One very large rose bush which is well established, and surviving nicely by my kitchen window had roses in various stages of loveliness, and it got me to thinking about our perceptions of beauty.
We start out like this rose bud,
Then life causes a bit of wear and tear, but we still look blousy and attractive,
Even when we get storm - damaged we can retain touches of glory,
But, eventually, we must wither and die.
However, the wonder of it is, that God sees us like this all the time ...
And if we let Him, He will transform us into this,
So that we can join all the Saints in glory, to Praise Him eternally.