Rosa Vermelha

Looking at this world, He saw a great crowd
Walking alone, with nothing in hand
His life was a red rose nailed to the cross
Those who passed by felt compassion

The rose wilting, bleeding, fading in pain
Losing its color, breathless
But its scent clings to the hand that crushed it
And those who hurt it, granted forgiveness

Now His blood pouring, falling to the ground
Three days dying, oh wretched loneliness
On the third day, the world filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the Lily of the Valleys, Rose of Sharon
Even His thorns are marks of love
And now He lives to plant a great garden
If you want, you’ll be a flower, a flower