Faithful, like a rose

Spring rose bud growing in my garden.

…Like the rose that comes alive every spring,

You are so faithful. Lord, You are faithful…

Red and yellow roses picked from my garden.


…I see the cross and the price You had to pay,

I see the blood that washed my sins away.

In the midst of the storm,

Through the wind and the waves,

You’ll still be faithful, You’ll still be faithful,

When the stars refuse to shine and time is no more,

You’ll still be faithful,

You’ll still be faithful, Lord.

Lyrics taken from “You are so Faithful” by Bob Fitts