Arrayed in beauty she displays her grace;
Somewhat profound and quiet, full of might.
Her petals tell her story, stern her pace;
Her scarlet bloom delights in heart, much sleight.
Her twisted tail begins, it grows, her cloak;
Each thorn is sharp, a cruel bitter face.
Each thorn is sharp, a hurt, she grows, such hope;
Delighting through her summer joy, her place.
Her life is full, a hopen simple rose;
Reminds of Gods own Son, much love him broke.
Our sins and written law his Fathers blows,
His cup in fullness drink or thorns they choke.
Exalt the Father’s throne, beloved come;
Because submitting, never work undone.