My Rose was planted on lush, fertile ground,
Though, truthfully, my Rose must first be sought to be found!
Never has a rose held such an allure, such beauty!
No, never again shall there be One such as Thee!
Your rich petals unfolding, outstretched and full,
They beckon, “Come, savor! My scent is sweet and pure!”
How can I keep such sweetness and beauty to myself?
Would it not be a sin? No, it must be displayed.
Why, yes, and this very day!
Ah, the name of my Rose?
Well, to some the sweet Rose of Sharon
To me? Jesus the Christ!
