Red to remind us of the blood.
Thorns to remind us of the cuts.
Sweet aroma to remind us what was left.
Beauty to remind us of the love.
His blood bought our salvation.
His cuts healed our souls.
His aroma gives us comfort.
His beauty fills us with awe.
A rose has thorns to remind us
That it was only by His stripes and cuts
We were made righteous and beautiful....