JESUS, ROSE OF SHARON

Jesus, Rose of Sharon,
The sweetest rose of all,
But yet a common rose out in the fields;
Not a rose of sheltered beauty,
But a Friend on whom to call
Whose bright hues and sweetest scents
To usward yields.

The Lily of the valleys,
Though Highest Lord is He;
God's blessed Son who now sits at His right hand.
Though God, Himself He humbled,
Gave His life for you and me,
Spent His years down here
As but a common Man.

He calls us also lilies
Who strive to be like Him,
For as He is we all would fain become;
Among the thorns we're planted
In this wicked world of sin
To lilies be
Until our race is run.

a. franklin staples



Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples