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The imossible rose for you
Thinking dreaming loving caring
About an impossible rose for you
Could god really care that much
And create a rose for you

Would he take immoral injustice
And bake a rose for you
In amongst hatred spit and blood
Could he gift a rose for you

In innocence and helplessness
Was there built a rose for you
In sickness loss and pain
Did there come a rose for you

Could this rose know and experience
This rose created for you
Of the hurt and pain in your heart
And become an impossible rose for you

In abandonment betrayed cursed and defiled
There grew a rose for you
This rose that died crucified
The impossible rose for you

So what you say my rose impossible or not
Is dead being crucified and buried in a plot
Where’s the grace i need to live
Its dead buried held behind a rock.

But grace is an amazing thing
When you choose to accept in grace
Then you will find that rose is alive
Planted firm in his rightful place