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Roy Allen


Today... 'The Rose of Sharon'


Oh sweet, sweet Rose of Sharon.
Dear God's One and Only Son.
Such beauty and love unfurled
when You blossomed in our world.

Spreading love everywhere
reaching out in tender care.
No other Rose can compare
To the Rose that blossomed there

In Gethsemane's garden
pleading there for my pardon.
In great suffering You cried
then hung on the cross and died.

O beautiful Rose of Sharon
Your blood so red like crimson.
That bleeding, cleansing flow
Has washed me whiter than snow.

For my life has been blessed
by Your love and righteousness.
The very splendour of Your life
is revealed in Your sacrifice.

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Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 03, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Song of Solomon 2: 1—I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.


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The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting a glorious
aspect of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
'The Rose of Sharon'

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