Miracle Rose
Mark Bishop
Possum Run Music/BMI/ Centergy Music/ BMI

In a garden long ago, there grew a very special rose.
And the color of the rose was crimson red.
It was the prettiest around, until the rose was trampled down.
Then it looked as though the crimson rose was dead.

But by some miracle of grace, it grew again in just three days.
And this time the bloom was whiter than the snow.
And now the beauty that it gives is greater just because it lives.
I'm thankful for that miracle rose.

Chorus
Miracle Rose planted by the Father's hand.
Miracle Rose surrounded by the thorns in a lost a dying land.
Yet You rose above the thorns and You weathered through the storm.
Still today Your love and mercy grows.
It grows like the Miracle Rose.

Everybody spends a lifetime searching for the answers.
But it's plain as day for those who will believe.
And all the money that you can spend will never give you satisfaction.
Yet a simple prayer can put your mind at ease.
So when the world is closing in and you've lost your way again.
There's a garden where the weary like to go.
You can go there as you please each time you fall down on your knees.
You'll find that Jesus is the Miracle Rose.