Locked in the wintertime of life
Transgression's grip as cold as ice
A dark'ning garden filled with strife
There planted every form of vice
A thorny bush, of bitter hues
I was a bramble so depraved
I wanted naught but to eschew
My life and press on to my grave
My life and press on to my grave
I had no willingness to live
My body bloodied, crushed and sore
No circumspection did I give
The full weight of sin I bore
And like a tyrant my disease
My drug addicted frame of mind
Like a briar wrapped and seized
My heartbreak in a fatal bind
My heartbreak in a fatal bind
Then like the warming light of spring
You came my precious ray of hope
O'r my bramble bush You'd sing
A bud came up to reach & *****
Warmer, warmer was the sun
Birds sang with You in the air
It was then I had begun
To leave behind my sin's despair
To leave behind my sin's despair
The tender bud it thrived and grew
Through deepest drought and bitter rain
And a bright bloom of awesome hue
Burst forth in glory that remains
That beauty is of Jesus Christ
It is to HIM all glory goes
He was the One who took my vice
Now looking down God sees a Rose
Now looking down God sees a Rose
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2016
Jesus Christ is also known as
The Rose of Sharon
Please also read
Salvation Story by SoulSurvivor
Thanks for reading!
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