Everyone:
I would just like to celebrate His love through poetry and art. All contributions welcome!
The Blue Rose
Look! Jesus sits near your hearts gate!
Amid the flowering vines your Knight of Love awaits.
His beauty smites your soul. Ah! His stately form.
With the virtue of humility so gracefully adorned.
His body tells the story of His chivalrous plight.
His hands, feet and side bear the red mark,
He is the Prince of knights!
But see His glory is shadowed, weeps the gentle Jesu.
His tears form many a fragrant rose of crystal blue.
His love wove a crown to place upon the Soul.
And only then can His broken heart be made whole.
Come at once! His eyes a lovely hue.
His hair frames His comely face around.
His locks, like ravens wings so soft and dark are they.
His coming is as the dawn giving light to your day.
Fairest of ten thousand, the Song of Songs expressed.
Come find your place upon His wounded breast!
I would just like to celebrate His love through poetry and art. All contributions welcome!
The Blue Rose
Look! Jesus sits near your hearts gate!
Amid the flowering vines your Knight of Love awaits.
His beauty smites your soul. Ah! His stately form.
With the virtue of humility so gracefully adorned.
His body tells the story of His chivalrous plight.
His hands, feet and side bear the red mark,
He is the Prince of knights!
But see His glory is shadowed, weeps the gentle Jesu.
His tears form many a fragrant rose of crystal blue.
His love wove a crown to place upon the Soul.
And only then can His broken heart be made whole.
Come at once! His eyes a lovely hue.
His hair frames His comely face around.
His locks, like ravens wings so soft and dark are they.
His coming is as the dawn giving light to your day.
Fairest of ten thousand, the Song of Songs expressed.
Come find your place upon His wounded breast!

thanks for sharing these with us!
