In a garden of thorns
my Rose of Sharon
bleeds till she's the color
of the moonlight
and though the angels wrap her
in their feathered arms
they cannot conceal her from
the darkest night

And you didn't say a word
when they accused you
You did not fight back when the whole world used you

When hate was crowned King
and love was diminished
you stood meek as a lamb there
without blemish
And they laughed when you cried out
"It is finished"

You lay down
You lay down
and I'll step upon your back
up high enough
above the fence
to see all the way to glory land

Above the garden of thorns
my Rose of Sharon
climbs up and clings to an old rugged tower
and though the angels offer her a thousand tears
still she wilts in the cold flames
of her darkest hour

And I lied when I said
I never knew you
You did not fight back
when I scarred and bruised you

And you didn't say a word
when we accused you
You did not
fight back
when we scarred and bruised you

When hate was crowned King
your love never diminished
You stood meek as a lamb there
without blemish
and we laughed when you cried out,
"It is finished"

So you lay down
you lay down
and I'll step upon your back
up high enough
above the fence
to see all the way to glory land