Jerusalem's Dying Rose Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

From the root and offspring of David came Life’s purest Rose.
Perfect in nature, it took on the blackness of sin’s deadly pose.
Slowing, in Jerusalem’s garden, it blossomed wide to inspire.
Never was a transforming Rose, whose very life respired.

The Hybrid clan had other plans, despising this lone threat.
They took glory in the sun and were envious with no regret.
Now there were many diseased roses, whether near and far…
Life’s Rose of Jerusalem was once the Bright-n-Morning-Star.

From a Kingly line, though dying, it spoke of Love so true.
Flowers gathered under this Rose where life was born a-new…
Seeds from this Rose’s branch had spread out far and wide.
These grafted-in seeds, now of Jerusalem, grow lovely to abide.

His Dark, transparent, petals turned through death’s dark veil.
Some saw his grace as gentle ‘pink’ against evil to assail.
In his Father’s own image of white he blossomed without sin.
His death brought a crimson-stream, for flowers, white within.