The Rose Came with Thorns

You had a fine gift, a gift from above,

The rose came with thorns, you embraced it with love.

You carried your burden, you did it with joy,

Your answer was yes to that sweet baby boy.

An unwedded mother, you were alone,

But God's voice had spoken, and you made it your own.

People would whisper, others would stare,

Some would bring judgement, but you didn't care.

You made a fine choice, gladly and free,

If you had resisted, where would we be?

What child is this who laid to rest?

On Mary's lap is sleeping?

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,

While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:

Haste, haste to bring him laud,

The Babe, the Son

of Mary!

You had a fine gift, a gift from above,

The rose came with thorns, you embraced it with love.

Words and Music by Steve Tichenor © Nov, 2000

What Child is This

Public Domain

CCLI Song No. 3751743