The Broken Rose
Words cannot describe it's beauty
as upon the stem it grows,
Matchless in it's glory,
the tender little rose.
But when it's petals are broken,
it's greatest beauty it shows,
For more sweeter the fragrance
of the broken rose.

Chorus:
The most beautiful rose
was broken one day,
Nailed to a tree
on a hill far away.
Forsaken by His friends,
bruised by His foes;
How sweet is the fragrance
of Heaven's sweet rose.

They laid that broken rose
in a borrowed tomb
But, on the third day,
that rose again did bloom.
Now, to the heights of Heaven,
down to the deepest hell,
The fragrance of Heaven's rose
continually dwells.

Chorus:
The most beautiful rose
was broken one day,
Nailed to a tree
on a hill far away,
Forsaken by His friends,
bruised by His foes;
How sweet is the fragrance
of Heaven's sweet rose.