In a garden of thorns my Rose of Sharon bleeds 'til she is the color of the moonlight,
And the angels wrap her in their feathered arms though they cannot conceal her from the darkest night.
And you didn't say a word when they accused you,
You did not fight back when the whole world used you.
When hate was a king your love never diminished,
You stood meek as a lamb there without blemish and they laughed when you cried out, "It is finished."
You lay down,
You lay down and I'll step upon your back,
Up high enough above the fence to see all the way to glory land.
Above the garden of thorns my Rose of Sharon climbs up and clings to an old rugged tower, and though the angels offer her a thousand tears, still she wilts in the cold flame
of her darkest hour.
And I lied when I said I never knew you.
You did not fight back when I scarred and bruised you.
When hate was a king your love never diminished,
You stood meek as a lamb there without blemish and we laughed when you cried out...how we laughed when you cried out, "It is finished."
And you didn't say a word when we accused you,
You did not fight back when the whole world used you.
When hate was crowned king your love never diminished,
You stood meek as a lamb there without blemish and we laughed when you cried out, "It is finished."
So, you lay down,
You lay down and I'll step upon your back,
Up high enough above the fence to see all the way to glory land.
