Crushed rose

In All the world around me,

I see a life before me,

The roads are paved with roses,

as I walka long this road of roses,

the throns peirce deep in my feet,

but as I see the rose crushed,

I see the one who was crush for me,

the thorns remind me of a crown,

worn by a king of kings,

and the pericings remind me of a hand,

that took on the burden of the world,

and all this blood and wounds may stain,

but the beauty of it all remains,

roses are red,

viloets are blue,

my saviour reigns,

before all rules.

like a rose trampled and distorted,

so as he the pains he bore,

all for me and all for you,

so you might be free in the road before thee.