This is my favorite song written by the late Dottie Rambo. The words are beautiful…
In a corner on a table on a spread of Ivory lace.
Framed and kissed by pastel colors dancing through the crystal vase
Scarlet red it’s petals, opened in full bloom.
Taking nothing but the sunshine leaving fragrance in the room
Hands reached out without a reason crushed and bruised the petals so
Causing yet a sweeter fragrance from the weeping dying rose
Lying now in ruins to wither scattered now by careless hands
Once an art of perfect beauty dies to never bloom again
In a corner of a stable on a spread of swaddling clothes
Just a tiny bud but destined to become The Perfect Rose.
Angels hailed His entrance Wise Men brought Him gold
Knowing little of the suffering that would soon befall The Rose
Hands reached out without a reason crushed and bruised The Perfect Rose
Causing yet a sweeter fragrance as the crimson color flowed
Ugly thorns had never marred it ‘till a crown of thorns He wore
Tasting death the Rose of Sharon rose to bloom forever more, forever more.
very moving – I’ve not heard of her!
one of my favourite songs is Above all powers and I was reminded of it when I recalled the line in it – like a rose trampled on the ground…
(thanks Jan!!!)
Both songs are so very beautiful… thank you for sharing.
Wow! Thanks for the montage. Dottie seemed to have been one of those people who’s light shined brighter & brighter and from the photos you shared it would seem she looked good as a young lady and even better as time went by. Thanks again.
Glad you liked it BMA
The Perfect Rose is my favorite too. We met Dottie in person at Copper Mountain, CO at an AG women’s retreat. Fabulous talent and lady. Thanks for posting the words as I was looking for them and about to give up. I used them once on a Christmas letter on beautiful pink paper with a rose background. Aline