My Rose of Sharon

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