A Rose In My Storm

In stormy life adrift at sea
I never could escape the night
And longed for dawn when I could see
Some hope that all would turn out right.

And then in deepest night I smelled
A fragrance from a Rose that’s grown
On land of life beyond death’s knell–
In Lily’s womb was for us sown.

For she gives birth to Him, our Dawn,
Breaks in my heart as storm abates,
And I know I to Rose belong
As He wipes clean my sinful slate.

And then at last I understand
That all creation’s born anew,
For He Himself is Promised Land
With hope as fresh as morning dew