Shall we rejoice His holy sacrifice,
as He has drenched us in His blood;
it trickles down humanity,
from a rose is formed a bud.
On the branches are many thorns,
through which we receive His grace;
spirit of forgiveness
flows through the human race.
Gift of love, of sacrifice;
dwells within our human core,
from the Lamb of God we're given light,
through love does His spirit soar.
We are the branches of the tree,
we are connected to the rose;
we are one eternally,
through life His spirit flows.







18 old applause
