Blod on the Rose

Blood on the thorns blood on the rose
Blood on the cross everyone knows
Blood on the hands blood on the brow
Blood shed for everyone somehow

The garden of Gethsemane we can't forget
Blood on His forehead beaded like sweat
What was then, is now and ever shall be
Sorrowful mysteries of the rosary

Rejecting divine love by unholy thoughts
Dividing His garments by casting of lots
Blood on the hands blood on the rose
Rendering to each what it bestows