Adris I. Fultz

The Unfolding of a Rose Adris I. Fultz

Gena's personality is unfolding more everyday, to be herself: When the publishers asked me for another book, I thought no/way, but destiny is drawing me. I called them back, I have twenty seven chapters: Song, I'll be gone to be with 'Jesus before the Roses bloom come spring, in a garden of my own, I know we'll meet tomorrow, we'll be waiting there for you. I heard this on T. B. N. Song, My theme song, I made this up, *my Savior Lord to thee,' Thou art my Glories; Thou art my Lord-He touched me, and He made-me whole, and oh-the *joy that fills my soul: I sing my song, when I leave the driveway, as I look at our land, that God! Blessed us with, on the left, and the creek on the right. Songs, I come to the garden alone, while the due is still on the *Roses, and the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God! Discloses. He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own, and the joy we share, as we terry there, none other has ever known: Song, His eye is on the sparrow, and He watches over me: