A rose once in a garden grew
Nurtured by love and morning dew
Its flower so sweet beyond compare
Which God and all the angels shared
A beauty rare enough indeed
To comfort all who have the need.
The Rose of Sharon was the name
And from the fields that’s where He came
A beauty which reflects today
In all we know, in every way
The strength and wisdom that survives
It’s how we know God’s still alive !
