to the tune of “The Rose” by Bette Midler
You’re the dew upon the roses;
The kiss of morning sun.
You’re the sweet fruit of the Spirit;
The many become one.
In the midst of Your beloved
Your presence does abide.
We who once stood at a distance
Even now are made the bride.
Lord, we lay our lives before you;
We hunger for Your love.
How we long to drink of You, Lord.
We turn our hearts above
To our King, who came to ransom
All who wait upon His hand.
To our Love, who came to bring us
Into His promised land.
In this world we will have sorrows
And like Him, we will know pain
Suffer loss and walk through darkness
Losing all so we might gain
That which never can be taken;
The hand of our beloved King
Who in dying, bought our freedom,
Whose heart wept that we might sing.