Full Of Roses

After writing Born into a cloud and sharing the scripture God gave me the day after writing it, I memorized the poem and scripture and shared them for a year straight. One day driving my work truck on the freeway, Gods presence came over me at the same time the words in my head,” I realize life is not all roses,” entered my mind. I began to cry very heavily to the point of not being able to drive. So i pulled off onto the next exit and pulled off to a dirt area where i continued to cry under the move of God. I couldn’t stop crying and the presence of God seemed to get stronger, i began to ask God to stop. It was very overwhelming to the point of begging him, please God stop. He answered my request, and i was able to pick up a pad of paper and write the words I heard when the rest came.  This poem became my marching orders as an Evangelist, and I have been planting people roses ever since. With the help of the one perfect ROSE!

This is the second poem I wrote which became the name of my ministry fullofrosesinspirationals.

Full Of Roses

I realize that life is not all roses
At times just a scent of a rose
Other times a full blossom of roses
The day comes when the roses
Begin to wilt die and fall away
There is a gloom in a wilted rose
A lost hope I suppose
Life to me is about a Rose
I found the most beautiful Rose one day
This Rose continues to blossom in my life
Never wilting, never-dying
Full of life and blossoms ever so bright
What I found in this Rose is
When the scent is right
And it is in full blossom
To cultivate the soil planting more roses
Clipping the old and wilted away
That there is a continual scent of roses
And a fullness of blossoms
So in this one Rose I have planted many
And I will continue all my days
Until life is full of roses

The story continues 20 years after writing Born into a Cloud and Full of Roses, one in 2000 and the other in 2001. God was about to prove He was the one who wrote them both, by the power of His Holy Spirit. I was only the vessel. The first thing that happened was God began to speak to me about New Life and New Beginnings. I’m not going to go into details, this is a long enough story. What I will say is God had me watching and waiting.

Several years back my daughter was in college and her and I were having a little bit of a struggle in our relationship. I felt she was getting away from the Christian faith she was raised in. I began to pray for her God would bring a godly man into her life. I knew I would know he was the one when he showed certain traits, and that is exactly what happened. When he came into her life he took her to church every weekend. He grew up in a Christian house with a family that loved mission work. His last name is Mccloud. So last year 20 years after writing Born into a Cloud, my granddaughter was born into a Mccloud. My granddaughter’s name is Natalie which comes from the word Nativity. Jesus was born into a cloud as the Savior to a dying world. He became the light into our darkness.

I grew up never knowing my real father. My mother at one time had asked me if I was interested in finding him, and I told her no. At that time in my life God had become my father. My relationship with God had filled that place in my heart, I had no need to find my real father. God though had other plans. Christmas 2020, my wife had purchased for me an Ancestry kit as a gift. I never once thought I was going to find my real father. I actually set it on a shelf for about 6 months before I turned it in. Never thinking once, I would find my biological father. Then the results came in, and well long story short it connected me to him, and I went to meet him on my 53rd birthday, and he was 87. It was a true blessing! It was as if we had already known each other.

During my visit with my dad, I had shared with him about my faith, only to be surprised by his shared faith. He had also given his life to Christ. I shared with him my testimony and both poems Born into a Cloud and Full of roses. When I shared Full of Roses my dad said just wait until you see this, and began going through all his tall closets for about 20 minutes. He then came to me holding a book my grandmother wrote in 2001, about her life. She wrote it the same year I wrote Full of Roses. He let me know she is no longer alive, and I would not be able to meet her. I can tell you after reading it, I not only feel like I met her, but that I know her. In her book she talks about her relationship with her husband during the great depression. It was about how he would cheat on her with other women, leaving her and her kids to suffer in poverty, until he came asking for forgiveness, only to move to other towns and repeat it around five different times. Then I turned the page.

My Grandmother wrote the first full of roses.

Read my poem again, then read hers. She had a neighbor who gave her a rose from their rose bush? This neighbor was giving her Christ, prayer, wisdom, council, love, friendship. Then on the path she gave the rose away and they gave the rose away until life is Full of Roses! Will you please give this rose away? God bless you!

Written by Ken Hernandez

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