Thorns Redeemed

There are seasons of discontentment In the bleeding bed of lies Where thorns are now redeeming Every rose that realised There is a holy comfort Outside the gates of purest light Where every crime is fleeting And stronger knowledge clouds the sky Below are crying angels Awash with scarlet prayers Where their dying lyrics capture Every rose that can still care There is a fading reason Enough of one to rise Beyond the echoes of all knowledge And through the horror of this night There are seasons of forgiveness In comfort of the signs Where healed roses witness That every moment is divine Above completed cycles Our awareness was too rare But where wisdom has redeemed us Every thorn now knows to care