C. James Conrad - Lo How A Rose

The air polluted by wicked talk
The stench of pride humid and thick
How could spiritual beauty survive
And still be a salve for the sick

The mind's poor soil like the sand and clay
The shifting pursuits of the flesh
How could a spiritual beauty thrive
And produce a fragrance so fresh

Lo how a rose
Lo how a rose
How the Rose of Sharon grows
Lo how a rose
Lo how a rose
How the Rose of Sharon grows

The bone-dry land of desolate hearts
Longing for life giving water
How could spiritual beauty revive
Love in dead sons and daughters

The Rose of Sharon crowned with thorns
Obedient to death on a cross
How could spiritual beauty despised
Be plucked to save the lost

Lo how a rose
Lo how a rose
How the Rose of Sharon grows
Lo how a rose
Lo how a rose
How the Rose of Sharon grows

Lo how a rose
Lo how a rose
How the Rose of Sharon grows
Lo how a rose
Lo how a rose
How the Rose of Sharon grows
How the Rose of Sharon grows

Written by:
CHARLES CONRAD II

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