I See His Blood Upon The Rose

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes.
His body gleams amid eternals shows,
His tears fall from the sky.
All pathways by his feet are worn.
His strong heart stirs the sea.
His crown of thorns is twined in our sorrow.
His cross is on every tree.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds —
Are his voice — and his power.
Rocks are his written words.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds —
Are his voice — and his power.
Rocks are his written words.
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes.
His body gleams amid eternals shows,
His tears fall from the sky.