A field of dying flowers wilts beneath a blackened sky,
Shifting shades from green to brown as their petals fade and die.
And in the dreary bleakness,
There stands a single rose,
Beautiful and perfect,
Petals white as snow.
And somewhere in the distance,
A bitter laugh as soldiers scoff,
And upon the dark horizon,
The silhouette of the cross.
And the white of the rose has been stained with the blood of the thorns,
As they pierced his brow.
The blameless and perfect is scarred by the sin of the sword,
As they pierced his side.
The guilty and captive, unchained by the burden he bore,
As they nailed him down.
The blameless and shameless united by the curtain that tore,
As the Saviour died.
And nature feels his agony, as blood and tears combine
The earth shakes with fury and the mourning sun denies its shine.
And for those who scorned and beat him,
A prayer falls from swollen lips,
Not a curse of condemnation
But "Father, Forgive".
And as he takes his final breath,
The field of flowers comes alive,
And in their place on trampled dirt,
The Rosebud falls and dies.
Trampled on the ground
Taken the fall in place of me
Beaten bruised and bound,
To set this sinner free.
Beautiful and broken,
Salvation's song is spoken
Death that we may live
First off....did you write this song?? cause i know some people take songs and put them on here becaust they mean alot to them.....but this is BEAUTIFUL!!! it gave me cold chills and it made me want to cry because we crucified such a pure and innocent man that came here to try and give us eternal life. We are a cruel people. Sin marks us and yet God forgives us....this is absolutely breathtaking. It honors me to be the first to comment on this heartbreaking yet superb write. you have such talent. thank you so much for the comment on mine. please continue to check out my work and i will continue to check out yours. Again, amazing.....thank you