A blood red rose reminds us still
of one who faced a waiting grave
with faith and hope on that green hill,
whose love still comes to heal and save.
We pray to one who understands
the heavy cross that we now bear,
for one brief day in Roman hands
a thorny crown he had to wear.
God grieves with us in every loss,
for joys cut short when help comes late,
and Jesus, dying on the cross,
spoke words of pardon, not of hate.
A blood red rose was gently laid
in Joseph's new and waiting tomb.
This gracious gift in love was made,
for love is in eternal bloom.
So come and place your flowers here
upon the altar in this room,
and sweep away the hate and fear
till love comes leaping from the tomb.