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Spent part of the afternoon working on making gifts for the women at work. I decided on rose candles as seen here. I'm planning on adding cards with the gifts and need help deciding on text.

Since these are Christmas gifts and roses, I want something related to that. These are my choices. And the woman at work are professing Christians, so the nature of the text isn't a problem.

Since this is a cheap (Holder costs 50 cents and candle normally that much or less) and somewhat easy craft, I thought I'd ask for help here.


Lo, how a rose e'er blooming, From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming As men of old have sung It came, a floweret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night. Isaiah, 'twas foretold it, The rose I have in mind. With Mary, we behold it, The Virgin Mother kind. To show God's love aright, She bore to men a Savior, When half spent was the night.


A Rose has sprung from a tender root, From Jesus, as those of old have sung, And it bore a flower, in the middle of a cold winter, When helf spent was the night. Isaiah foretold it, the Rose I have in mind; Is Mary the pure, the little flower has brought us. From God's eternal wisdon, she bore a child, And remained pure. The Flower, so small, whose sweet fragrance fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere; True man and truer God, helps us out of all sorrows, Saves from sin and death. Oh Jesus, until we leave this misery, Let your help guide us into joy, In Your Father's Kingdon, where we eternally praise You. Oh God, allow us this.


When the Magi laid their rich offerings of myrrh, frankincense, and gold, by the bed of the sleeping Christ Child, legend says that a shepherd maiden stood outside the door quietly weeping. She, too, had sought the Christ Child. She, too, desired to bring him gifts. But she had nothing to offer, for she was very poor indeed. In vain she had searched the countryside over for one little flower to bring Him, but she could find neither bloom nor leaf, for the winter had been cold. And as she stood there weeping, an angel passing saw her sorrow, and stooping he brushed aside the snow at her feet. And there sprang up on the spot a cluster of beautiful winter roses. "Nor myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold," said the angel, "is offering more meet for the Christ Child than these pure Christmas Roses." Joyfully the shepherd maiden gathered the flowers and made her offering to the Holy Child.


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