My Rose of Sharon

Written by: Brenda Victoria Northeast

Rose of Sharon;
Sweet suitor, Holy wind;
come blow upon my heart;

My heart has drifted
let your fragrance flow again
Let us sip together the pure wine;
that I may feel again your tender embrace
that I might be forever at your side;
still my hearts cry; my longing.

My Loves pain;
the thorns, the scars

Loves perfect gift!
Sweet fragrant Rose of Sharon:
Perfect Love,
written with loves pure heart,
on fleshy tables of my heart.

Your heart that bled
Love that cried,
My Love never to deny;
A Love that waits.... for me!

My beloved stands without;
Arise my heart I say
unlock the door,
Open, see,
the blood stains
on the door

Let Your Blood
wash away 
my sins of youth,
loves exacting toll;
her fragrant petals
her bed of thorns.

I am washed my beloved;
Clean, white, like the milk
that flows down mountainside
like a herd of sheep on Gilead.
My heart skips like a lamb
in springtime on fields of green;

Nourished and loved
nurtured forever at Your side;
My father, my Mother;
My Savior, My Lord,
My King, Holy Suitor,
Your Bloom, Your fragrance;
                                                                  

My sweet Rose Of Sharon. 

                                                           Brenda V Northeast 18/April/05