How beautiful is the rose
That I watch and admire
Unsightly thorns cling
And I lose my desire
Though thorns are my wrath
It's for the rosebud that I lust
My trivial sense of pride demands it, loudly proclaiming that I must.
But maybe I have this tired feel
That like a sloth, I must wait.
In due time, I must reveal
The tale of my sins that are sightless still
Of greed, gluttony and envy
That cloud my mind and will
But all humans sin deep inside
And all roses have seven thorns
Those seven thorns and our sins do combine
To create a devil's fearsome horns
If all human sin and thorns are green,
Does that make love and rosebuds red?
If all humans truly are unsightly thorns
Then we sin-filled humans can become blossoming roses too.
Because as the crown of thorns rests upon his brow
And as the wooden cross does rise
We see our thorns and we see his blood
We stare into his tired eyes
We hear his declaration of forgiveness
We hear his words; they speak no lies.
Together we humans clasp our hands
Together we humans hold our breaths,
Quietly praying to that man
So that our sins may truly rest.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
How beautiful is the rose
That I watch and admire
Unsightly thorns cling
And I lose my desire
Though thorns are my wrath
It's for the rosebud that I lust
My trivial sense of pride demands it, loudly proclaiming that I must.
But maybe I have this tired feel
That like a sloth, I must wait.
In due time, I must reveal
The tale of my sins that are sightless still
Of greed, gluttony and envy
That cloud my mind and will
But all humans sin deep inside
And all roses have seven thorns
Those seven thorns and our sins do combine
To create a devil's fearsome horns
If all human sin and thorns are green,
Does that make love and rosebuds red?
If all humans truly are unsightly thorns
Then we sin-filled humans can become blossoming roses too.
Because as the crown of thorns rests upon his brow
And as the wooden cross does rise
We see our thorns and we see his blood
We stare into his tired eyes
We hear his declaration of forgiveness
We hear his words; they speak no lies.
Together we humans clasp our hands
Together we humans hold our breaths,
Quietly praying to that man
So that our sins may truly rest.
