The Rose of Sharon bled holy red with a crown of thorns upon His head His blood flowed through time and space pleasing the Father, covering our disgrace. How great Thou art, oh spotless Lamb to suffer for the souls of man innocent, beaten, torn and scarred healed by Your stripes from eternal harm. Believe in the power of the blood shed freely upon that cross above for by it we're forgiven if we truly believe new life to be given if we truly receive. The Rose of Sharon bled holy red with a crown of thorns upon His head. Written on 5/29/2017