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Then Fall the Rose of Sharon
He was born as the prophets said
From the Love of God He came to this world,
Descending from his throne in the Blessed Realm.
How sweet is His mother's song.
How powerful is His Father's Joy!
He is the desire of all Creation.
Behold the Rose...
Rose of Sharon, so rich and red,
As the blood of Men of which you have become.
All hail the Rose of Sharon!
No one could deter the Master's Plan.
Not the prince of the power of the air.
For His Love of mortal Men, He donned crimson flesh.
Red was He: red like a rose.
On Golgotha He grew to His full height.
He spread His arms and blossomed out.
Behold the Rose...
Trampled by sin you fell.
Crushed and withered.
Then fall the Rose of Sharon.
Ryan,
May the Grace and Peace of our Lord and Savior be ever with you. I just want to say that your poems seem so refined and expressive. The title for this one is in my humble opinon "Perfect" Great job!
I thank you oh God and Father for Your Spirit which has lead Ryan to write and consider such wonderful things from Your Word!!!
"Like a rose trampled on the ground..."
Wonderfully depicted. Ose Shalom!
this is a really great poem. there's nothing i could say except to agree with everything. Jesus Christ is the Rose of Sharon. amen.