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Sparkle Moore: Music

Rose of Paradise

(Sparkle Moore)

I picked a ROSE OF PARADISE

From off a twisted vine,

A rose that only God could see;

I picked a ROSE OF PARADISE

Where darkness did entwine,

Hidden 'neath the thorns so tenderly.

 

Foresaken, all alone,

A precious thing had grown,

Wild and untamed as the sea,

But love and tender care,

Soon saw there,

A greater love no truer heart

Could ever see.

 

You are my ROSE OF PARADISE,

No finer thing does grow,

Though others say

You've led too wild a life,

 

They don't know the heart that you possess,

More beautiful than all the rest,

That I love so,

Loving ROSE OF PARADISE.