The White Roses are Falling

The White Roses are falling. They are trailing, drowning, and dying. They were pure once. Fully blossomed in Christ's eyes with their bodies protected sacredly. Now those white roses are vanishing each second we dare to take a a breath. The petals withering into a black hole of nothingness, the stems crushed. The roses are feeling empty and deceived. Every story is the quite the same. Someone robbed you from your innocence. The innocence you once felt on cling onto so dearly. It's not your fault but the pain you feel leave emotional wounds on your skin. Or someone said they loved you, and all you crave is that love. You want to feel that love burning till you cannot feel anything but that desire in your soul. You take that chance.

So, you say that you will wait for that one person who would love deeply that it nearly suffocates you, that one person that will lead to heaven and closer to Christ. But you don't. You girls go ahead and reveal your body to a boy who you hardly know, you boys touch that girl as if she is your own. Now, you two are broken. Your hearts pound with self hatred and emotional despair. Regret rages through your soul and you are left... empty. You feel so empty that you cannot look into a man's eyes with pure love. You are feeling so empty because you didn't save your body for the only woman you would ever honor for. Your virginity is lost.

The White roses are dying.

All a girl desires are praises for her charm. Her intelligence, her beauty. She wants to expose her flesh so she can get the male attention she deserves. "Just a little cleavage, just little more skin so he can notice me." Just little twists into excess, excess leads to betrayal. All a boy wants is approval from woman. He works for those biceps, he works for that body. "She will like me now. She'll want me now." In this impure world, woman judge other woman. We gossip and make ridicule, we are critical with our own bodies. You woman and young girls who dress provocatively, so men can gaze at you with admiring glances. You give them pleasure when they demand it. You girls, you woman who tempt these male creatures.You make male approval your main focus and you never receive it. Ah, young boys who dream of that six pack, positioning themselves to unrealistic fantasies. You want to be a man. The pain you feel, those tears you shed, you hide them from the world. Fathers alike hiss to their sons to,"Man up." You want to be real man so you keep those emotions a secret because society won't take you. You men, you boys who let their hormones control them- they let them grab a hold of you. They rob girls with rape, they pressure that girl... till it gets too far.

The white roses are falling. The white roses are drowning. Purity is what Christ wants for all of us. He wants us to save our bodies because they are so sacred. Do not take sex from the sacrament marriage. Save your body. You must keep it covered, so on that wedding day you can give your spouse-to-be the most beautiful and the most.sacred gift you can hand over. Your body. In this impure world we call home, purity is said to be "out of style, " that being a virgin and is simply not, "cool." Those liars, those scums who preach you such nonsense. Don't listen to the false ones. Shut out your ears from those lies and listen to Christ. Save your body.

What is a white rose, you ask? YOU figure that out.