There are no separate roses, of the love, that tells the story, of the one God took to glory. There are no separate roses, of a love so strong; it threw me, before I even knew me. There are no separate roses, of the one, I stood for; so that God could bring his plans forth.
There are no separate roses, of the love that is still growing, of the one so long here goes it, that tells the story who knows it, of the love that’s ever caring, of the grace that I am sharing, there are no separate roses.
