Rose of Sharon
Crimson
petals of the rose fall softly to an earthly
mound
below.
Crimson
rivulets of
Your
lifeblood,
down Your
side doth
flow.
Sunshine blossoms the rose and surges
life
through
its
tender veins.
Sunshine beats reveals
Your
Bowing
down upon Your thorn-marked brow and
inflicted
shame.
slighdy, the rose closes
its
blossomed bud for the
night.
Bowing Your thus, given
head,
your
You
utter the Father's victory
and have
life.
Dew breath kisses the leaves of the rose in the morning display of affection. Dew
is evident on the boulder that's been removed to prove Your blessed resurrection.
Opening
its scarlet face, the rose reaches for yet another day of life.
toward the sun
Opening the clouds of glory. You, the Son, will come to retrieve Your children, for whom You have paid the price. -Jennifer Attaway
—Kim Fenton
