The Rose for all it's beauty has a sad story all it's own. This rose grew along the road to Calgary.

The day that Jesus past this Rose it was just a bud, lifting it' s head to heaven looking for the Lord. It didn't know that He was on His way and would be passing right beside it on this fateful day.

Suddenly the road was full of people going up this road. Who is this man whose coming caring that cross? What terrible thing had he done to be treated in such a way? The crowd is getting closer, no one even sees the Rose. Suddenly the man falls, His head fell against the Rose.

Until that day the Rose had never really lived and it's stem had been so smooth to hold. But when the man fell that day He wore a crown of thorns around His head and up against that crown was brushed the Roses stem. From that day on the Rose would always hold most dear and wear so very proudly that thorn The Lord left there.

The man got up and on He went, but the Rose forever carries the beauty of His scent. The day grew very dark and the thunder and lighting stormed the sky. Then came the tears of angles hitting hard against the ground. The Rose knew now what others knew that The Lord had passed it's way. Now Every time you see a Rose remember what I've said.

Three days later the Rose bloomed in all it's glory. Watch some time to see how long it takes a rose to open and be surprised. It was as if the Rose knew that The Lord had risen that day, so in glorious beauty it opened for it's Lord.