For Her Sake

A perfect rose, a virgin soul,
beautiful to her petals tips,
softer than the breath of wind
that whispers through her rosy lips.

Her dew glistened brightly in the sun,
as she was held out to the crowd,
their faces lit before her beauty,
the graceful way she stood so proud.

They passed her down from hand to hand,
beheld by many passing eyes,
as fingers fold her in, then on
until she knows not where she lies.

Petals dying, weak and bruised,
thorns are crushed into her stem,
shredded leaves fall to the ground,
she breaks beneath the hand of men.

Then fingers gently lift her up,
displayed before a thousand faces,
fire burns behind their eyes,
no mercy found for her disgraces.

A voice speaks out in deep disgust,
shouting out into the crowd,
shaking her within his fist, say's
"Who could ever love this now!?"

No forgiveness, no one speaks,
silence falls, unbroken still,
till a lonely cry bursts through the crowd,
"Jesus Christ! Our savior will!"

A young man bursts onto the stage,
tears are streaming down his face,
he gently takes the battered rose,
"Jesus Christ! The Lord of grace!

For her sake he came to die,
with his blood he bought her soul,
forgiveness has been found for her,
and Jesus Christ will make her whole!"