A Great Designer touched this very rock,
Whose fingers chiseled patterns in the stone,
Way long before the concept of a clock,
Or even prior to a living bone.
This pattern spotted, caused a major shock,
Perceiving it was wrought by God alone.
For who but He could carve on granite block,
Then leave it here on Earth for us to own,
A rose within a stone.

His laser touch was seen just once before.
On hard slate tablets Heaven's words were hewn.
When Moses brought Commandments to the fore.
But he returned from mountain top too soon,
In anger, broke them all on valley's floor,
Then God replaced his words, next afternoon,
And hid them 'hind the tabernacle door.
Yet this stone's just as magic as a rune,
A rose within a stone.

For this is still a very special place.
A place where God's good work is everywhere.
He must have drawn some plans within this space.
The evidence is scattered here and there.
The work of His creation's left a trace,
Of little sketches meant to help compare
From which new pretty pattern to embrace.
To find a blueprint, still, is very rare,
A rose within a stone.