The Broken Rose

The image came to my mind this afternoon of a solitary broken rose. And I thought about the lyrics to this song. My prayer is that all of you have a wonderful day today. This from the pen of Squire Parsons:

Words cannot describe its beauty
As upon the stem it grows
Matchless in its glory
A tender little rose
When its petals are broken
Its greatest beauty it shows
Far more sweeter the fragrance
Of a broken rose

The most beautiful rose was broken one day
Nailed to a tree on a hill far away
Forsaken by His friends; bruised by his foes
How sweet is the fragrance
Of Heaven's sweet rose

Then they laid that broken rose in a borrowed tomb
But on the third day
That rose again did bloom
Now, to the heights of Heaven
Down to the deepest hell
The fragrance of Heaven's rose
Continually dwells

The most beautiful rose was broken one day
Nailed to a tree on a hill far away
Forsaken by his friends; bruised by his foes
How sweet is the fragrance
Of Heaven's sweet rose