ROSE OF SHARON
Composed by Joanne Beverley Edwards-Miller
© on October 29, 1999
The Rose of Sharon, bloomed to die,
To save a sinner such as I.
The Rose of Sharon, pruned and bred
To take away my shroud of dread.
The Rose of Sharon, plucked in its prime
To make amends for my heinous crime.
The Rose of Sharon, its thorns became
A crushing, bruising crown of shame.
The Rose of Sharon, its beauty shed,
As blood-drenched petals it freely bled.
The Rose of Sharon, that delicate flower,
Is forevermore my saving power.
is the Rose of Sharon.
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