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One perfect rose was what she gave Him

as He hung upon the cross

just to show Him that she loved Him

and for aganozing loss

One white rose was what she gave Him

as he hung upon the tree

and she bowed her head and wept in silence

as he died for you and me

A rosebud of such ptistine beauty

one white rose so wonderous fair

a rose with sweetest fragrance

to show Him that she cared

And as she knelt there by that wooden cross

upon her bended knee

she prayed a prayer for each of us

that we would surely see

That her son, her precious son

was not suffering there in vain

and for dying on that wooden cross

was the reason that he came

And as He hung between two thieves

His life came to a close

and a drop of blood splashed to the ground

and fell upon that rose

One drop of blood for purity

one drop of blood for pain

one drop of blood to tell the world

that He's coming back again

One perfect rose she placed before Him

as His life slowly ebbed away

for a mother cannot forget the sorrow

or the pain she felt that day

Now He lives with His Father in the heavens

and it's you and I He chose

and He'll be coming soon to take us home

for Jesus is

the perfect rose