Have you not seen the rose of blossom blue,
One wet with crimson dew?
She grows on Calvary’s hill,
Whose petals with a Mother’s love are filled
And drip that love on all who heed her voice,
Obey her Son’s command to feast, rejoice.
Her blossom blue at Nazareth was conceived
When Anna there received
A breath-blown, blood-red drop
In Sinai’s smoke from Calvary’s mountain top,
With tears from Garden of Gethsemane
And morning mist from Sea of Galilee.
Her rose in bud was met by angel sent
To offer sacrament
To be the Spirit’s wife,
Become the Mother of New Adam’s life.
A purple Rose of Sharon’s royal blood
Meets her blue blood to mix in crimson flood.
Now King and heaven’s Queen on thrones both sit,
For earth and heaven knit
By Jesus’ Living Vine
Who carries to His branches Blood-/Red wine,
Now flows from Cross: new Tree of Life that grows
Two Blossoms—purple, blue, and each a rose.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 