A wild brier rose
grafted in a vine
in the shadows she grows
Sister of mine
craning toward the sunlight
fearing the storm
wind tossed and tousled
I will keep her from harm
She sees not her beauty
and whispers her fate
Whilst pleasure and comfort
and honour await
Bring dewdrops of spirit
bring songs for her ears
and prayers to her Saviour
and kisses for tears
A wild briar rose
and a strengthening vine
from the shadows she rises
Sister of mine
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