The Rose of Sharon

You are the rose of Sharon
And the Lily of the Fields
Your words are fruit unto my soul
In your shadow I do kneel

While there I’m led to the banquet house
Where Your banner o’er me is love
I seek your voice so desperately
Your words are soft as the dove

As the shadows flee and darkness comes
My Saviour awaits there for me
With arms out stretched and inviting
He has promised His comfort so sweet

Kate Plourde
August 22, 2006

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