Free in love,
Saved in Christ,
Thou little rose,
The symbol of perfection,
In thee it lies.
The limits of love,
A line drawn by nature,
Thy boundaries set,
Abide in thy soul,
The gate of thy pride,
Keep thyself now.
In flesh veiled,
Thy pride keep,
The joy of holiness,
The dripping blood,
With flesh covered,
Open thy veil not,
Wait for thy time now.
My special one,
The rose of my morning,
So tender in hands,
Keep thy gate shut,
Veiled thou art,
Stop where I command,
Keep thy blood line.
The weak blood line,
The strength of thy youth,
The joy of thy day,
Like diamonds sparkling,
So precious thou art,
Keep thy flesh now,
Close thy blood line.