In Sharon a flower bloomed. A rose of great beauty that was gone too soon. It's fragrance filled the air, until of it's delicate petals it was stripped bare. Left naked and alone, it bore the shame of us all. Lain low among the thorns, through tragedy a flower was reborn. More beautiful than it had been before, a magnificent flower for all to adore. For where the rose had been brought down by all the world's sin, salvation was bornnwhennthe rose bloomed again.