The poem tells the story of a rose bush called the Rose of Sharon that struggles to survive among rocks but finds new life. The rose bush's petals fall to the ground and its branches droop as it nears death, but it calls out to God for help. The rocks mock the rose bush as a weak weed. However, the rose bush is transformed through God's love and rain, and onlookers now see it is freed rather than a weed.

1. The Rose of Sharon<br />By Johnnie Lynn Decker<br /> <br />Planted among the rocks, her roots tightly bound<br />The Rose of Sharon…A real rose,<br />Once lost and now found…<br />She is a Rose, Nay, not a weed; as often believed<br />She struggles for naught…<br />Alas, found is not freed.<br />Her petals now loosed, they fall to the ground…<br />Her branches once strong and oh, so tall,<br />Now droop they all; like ears on a hound,<br />So, so close… to the place of the found…<br />The rock doth ponder,<br />“Will they break?” Says he; nay, nay, says she;<br />I break only for the fall, which comes to all.<br />On that day or this; I know on whom to call…<br />The rock thinks he has won and he calls to the wind…<br />Come my friend, blow through this weed and scatter her seed;<br />Today she is useful, yea, all she shall feed.<br />The wind calls to the bird, Come eat of this seed…<br />The rose, she provides for thee; alas for all does she.<br />The rock doth mock and thus say he;<br />She is not Rose; not flower nor bush…just a weed…<br />With all my strength, this I have decreed…<br />Follow me all; the rock doth say.<br />Clouds, here me when I bay…no rain, no; not today<br />Birds fill thy sway, then fly, far, far away…<br />Wise or fool; do they not see?<br />The Rose of Sharon new life this day…<br /> The Father, he doth change me<br />Just like Saul to Paul<br />Even a bush needs water, so say they all<br />Perhaps there be rain in another stay,<br />Another land…far, far away.<br />They once saw a weed; now they see Freed<br />Thank you Lord…<br />For being there & Loving me…<br />