In Sharon My God is a blood-red blossom lifted in the morning sun, ���whispering a jubilant dayspring song, ���calling from the stones of Zion. From fertile plains ���of Bethlehem sprang ���the beautiful rose of Sharon. O, Promised Land, you...
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In Sharon
My God is a blood-red blossom lifted in the morning sun,
���whispering a jubilant dayspring song,
���calling from the stones of Zion.
From fertile plains
���of Bethlehem sprang
���the beautiful rose of Sharon.
O, Promised Land, you lay not barren.
Behold, from your bosom, the beautiful Rose of Sharon.
My God is a clear sparkling stream flowing o�er Jordan�s banks
���into a desert where trees clap their hands,
���and ageless rocks cry His Holy Name
In a thundering sound,
���from that Holy Ground,
���eternal as Saharan sands.
O, Promised Land, you lay not barren.
Refreshing, flowing over, with healing waters of Jordan.
My God is a humble, gentle lamb, sheared and led to slaughter,
���spat upon, mocked, like worthless fodder.
���Cry for your people, O Zion�s daughters,
A sweet refrain
Like birthing pangs
���and the joys of a Loving Father.
O, Promised Land, you lay not barren.
Behold, Our Savior, the beautiful Rose of Sharon.
BIO
Dale Hensarling is an artist, musician, and author, living in Phoenix, Arizona, with his wife, puppies, and a beatboxing parrot named �Pongo.� �He received his MFA in Creative Writing from Lindenwood University, and he teaches in the Phoenix school system. �He has been a Christian for over 50 years, serving in many capacities in churches.
