Rev Simpkins & the Phantom Notes - Song of the Martyr's Lover

My sweet love Rose faithfully chose to be burned in the fire
All for the Word loved, read and heard in the tongue of her fathers
Meekly suffered the candle’s pain
Martyred praying in Mary’s flames
How was my love less than enough to cause sorrow in parting?
What Love is this? What God of bliss would turn lovers to martyrs?
Anger, wedded to sorrow deep, holds me
while you in white robes sleep, or so I am told
Cold candlelight fights with the night on the page of my Bible
I search to find the heart & mind of my Rose
Given glorious liberty
Freedom I would lose readily to hold my Rose
I am poured out like the waters, O Lord
And through my ribs flows the wax of my heart
I am poured out like water, O Lord
I cry for thee, my Rose, my Rose

Written by:
Matthew Simpkins

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