Atop a hill called Golgotha . . .
on that dark day we now call Good Friday . . .
His enemies thought they had extinguished The Light . . .
thought they had snuffed out for good the aroma of the Rose of Sharon.
Little did they realize that a crushed rose is even more fragrant.
Crucified, laid behind the stone;
You lived to die, rejected and alone;
Like a rose, trampled on the ground,
You took the fall,
And thought of me
Above all.
~Lennie Leblanc and Paul Baloche
You lived to die, rejected and alone;
Like a rose, trampled on the ground,
You took the fall,
And thought of me
Above all.
~Lennie Leblanc and Paul Baloche
7 comments:
Gorgeous! The petals look like velvet.
Perfectly said!! Have a blessed Easter! Carla
Brokenness releases something that is hard to define ... Resurrection blessings to you and your family.
What a georgous rose in full bloom, and I love your comment about a crushed rose being even more fragrant! Those words, I love that song!!!! We sing it in church often, do you?
Wanted to drop back and tell you how much I appreciate the thoughts you shared in the comment you left today. They were really meaningful to me.
Beautiful post Glenda ---and do I EVER love that rose.... WOW!!!!
Have a blessed Easter weekend.
Hugs,
Betsy
Yes, bougainvillea get huge! Such a great plant for our area because it is so drought-tolerant. It even grow along the sides of our freeways.
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