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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