In tones of red His blood was shed
A painful tortured robe
But still He wore and still He bore
For this a-curs-ed globe
The color of the shade of love
The color of the rose
As He bled in tones of red
Redemption's scarlet blows
In tones of red His sacred head
Bore a crown of thorns
Stripped of the flower in this dark hour
The scarlet that adorns
The Son of God, His holy blood
In sin’s last offering shed
A perfect Rose man’s hope bestows
In deepest tones of red.
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Janet Martin
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