Coles Whalen - The Hand That Gives The Rose
Faith shines in your eyes tonight
If I've ever looked at faith right
Peace pass from your hands tonight
If I've ever held peace tight
Loyalty cushions your steps tonight
If I've ever stood for loyalty right
Patience keeps your pace tonight
If I've ever kept patient time
A seed may never be known
Where a flower never grows
The fragrance always remains
In the hand that gives the rose
Charity lays on your table tonight
If I've ever tasted charity right
Hope lights up your halls tonight
If I've ever stood in hope's bright light
Courage carry your voice tonight
If I've ever heard courage right
Tolerance sit by your side tonight
If I've ever sat tolerance alongside
A seed may never be known
Where a flower never grows
The fragrance always remains
In the hand that gives the rose
Forgiveness floods your house tonight
If I've ever bathed in forgiveness right
Freedom watches your door tonight
If I've ever slept behind freedom's might
A seed may never be known
Where a flower never grows
The fragrance always remains
In the hand that gives the rose
Faith shines in your eyes tonight
If I've ever looked at faith right
Peace pass from your hands tonight
If I've ever held peace tight
Loyalty cushions your steps tonight
If I've ever stood for loyalty right
Patience keeps your pace tonight
If I've ever kept patient time
A seed may never be known
Where a flower never grows
The fragrance always remains
In the hand that gives the rose
Charity lays on your table tonight
If I've ever tasted charity right
Hope lights up your halls tonight
If I've ever stood in hope's bright light
Courage carry your voice tonight
If I've ever heard courage right
Tolerance sit by your side tonight
If I've ever sat tolerance alongside
A seed may never be known
Where a flower never grows
The fragrance always remains
In the hand that gives the rose
Forgiveness floods your house tonight
If I've ever bathed in forgiveness right
Freedom watches your door tonight
If I've ever slept behind freedom's might
A seed may never be known
Where a flower never grows
The fragrance always remains
In the hand that gives the rose