My crimson carnation
Bleeding red beauty
Into the rain
Falling from heaven
Ready to make earth it's home
Here in the rain
Flowers wilting away
Love so deep that death was but
A small patch of brown
In a field teeming with lilies
The alabaster field will shout out your name
Like the death and rebirth of a single scarlet tulip,
So was your sacrifice
Never for a moment fearful
That this apoptosis would never return it's beauty
Grace
Never ceasing grace
Can't be twisted and torn
By wind or storms
It will hold when weak are we
Glory to he who redeems
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
My crimson carnation
Bleeding red beauty
Into the rain
Falling from heaven
Ready to make earth it's home
Here in the rain
Flowers wilting away
Love so deep that death was but
A small patch of brown
In a field teeming with lilies
The alabaster field will shout out your name
Like the death and rebirth of a single scarlet tulip,
So was your sacrifice
Never for a moment fearful
That this apoptosis would never return it's beauty
Grace
Never ceasing grace
Can't be twisted and torn
By wind or storms
It will hold when weak are we
Glory to he who redeems
Written in Spring 2013
Edited Feb 18, 2014
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