by Guest » Mon Mar 23, 2015 6:27 pm
The Beautiful Rose
It was there at Golgatha, a place of a skull
Between two rugged thorns, a rose bloomed so full
And withered that evening, was laid in a tomb
But on the third morning, again this rose bloomed
Ch. He blooms in the desert, where nothing grows
He blooms in the valley, this beautiful rose
He blooms on a mountain that rises so high
And forever he's blooming, for me in the sky.
I've never owned treasures, like diamonds or gold
I have no earthly mansions down here to bestow
But the treasures Jesus gave me, no money can buy
For he gave me salvation and a home in the sky
The Beautiful Rose
It was there at Golgatha, a place of a skull
Between two rugged thorns, a rose bloomed so full
And withered that evening, was laid in a tomb
But on the third morning, again this rose bloomed
Ch. He blooms in the desert, where nothing grows
He blooms in the valley, this beautiful rose
He blooms on a mountain that rises so high
And forever he's blooming, for me in the sky.
I've never owned treasures, like diamonds or gold
I have no earthly mansions down here to bestow
But the treasures Jesus gave me, no money can buy
For he gave me salvation and a home in the sky