In a corner on a table
          On a spread of Ivory lace.
          Framed and kissed by pastel colors
          Dancing through the crystal vase
          Scarlet red it’s petals,
          Opened in full bloom.
          Taking nothing but the sunshine
          Leaving fragrance in the room
          Hands reached out without a reason
          Crushed and bruised the petals so
          Causing yet a sweeter fragrance
          From the weeping dying rose
          Lying now in ruins to wither
          scattered now by careless hands
          Once an art of perfect beauty
          Dies to never bloom again
          In a corner of a stable
          On a spread of swaddling clothes
          Just a tiny bud but destined
          To become The Perfect Rose.
          Angels hailed His entrance
          Wise men brought Him gold
          Knowing little of the suffering
          That would soon befall The Rose
          Hands reached out without a reason
          Crushed and bruised The Perfect Rose
          Causing yet a sweeter fragrance
          As the crimson color flowed
          Ugly thorns had never marred it
          ‘Till a crown of thorns He wore
          Tasting death the Rose of Sharon
          Rose to bloom forever more, forever more.
           
           
                    Words and Music By
                    Dottie Rambo & Dony McGuire

       
       
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