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