Rose of Sharon Gift of God to every man Held up by His hand. Sweet is that fragrant rose That in the garden He knows He'll be bruised for my sin The thorns pierced deep within. Making a crown for His brow In that dark and lonely hour. Precious are the moments He spent for our atonement. Hanging beneath heaven's throne On the cross far from home. Still the aroma of this flower was much sweeter in this hour. It was the time of suffering and pain To make us right with God again. Glorious is the Rose of Sharon By His sacrifice salvation is won. Bruised and crushed was the rose, But up from the grave to heaven He goes! Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Background painted by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Midi "I Believe" written by: Norma Stephenson Norma's email address: normamp3@midsouth.rr.com
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