In the early dawn I
come to my garden fair.
I smell the sweetest
fragrance in the air
from my Morning Rose.
I sit upon the grass so
green on an early summer's
dawn,and commune with
my Savior dear who gave me
this Morning Rose.Its loveliness
reminds me of Him,the Rose
of Sharon whom I hold dear.
As we talk together in the
beauty of the dawn,the roses's
fragrance fills the air; I sing for
joy of my Savior's Love,and for the
fragrance of the Morning Rose.
written by
Dianna
zionsdawn