“When will I have a place to put all this painful love?
It is you, Black Rose, whom God searches for to find, to love, to bring home and water. Black Rose, do not let the red roses fool you, their grandeur is nothing that matters to God. He cares not for perfection; he cares for the trampled.
He finds those who have been pushed aside and brings them into his inner circle. He homes them and adores them.