The Red Red Rose

The robe was red
Our Lord did wear
The thorns did pierce His 
Head

And God created a covenant
And to the world, He said,
Take the red,
Red Rose

From my garden 
I chose it to be so!

And out of God's 
Garden fair 
A red, red , rose did 
grow

Jesus!
(bow your head)

When you look
Upon it's beauty
The softness 
And the glow

Please remember my
Dear children
From my son's death
You will Go

And be placed within
My garden 
For His sacrifice 
And His love

And I will remember
From my throne high 
above
If you honor my son
Jesus
The red, red rose 
So fair
I will honor you too
And make your home 
In my garden
Fair 
This is my promise 
I give you
For I loved you
So dearly
My first born son
Did die
So the red, red,
Rose will be
A covenant 
Between you
And 
Me
On High

By Phophetess@aol.com

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