Roses are red, His Blood is too
All for His love for me and you
Three nails, one cross, Forgiven
One cave, three days, He's risen!
Valentine, before time
He knew, He knew
Not a dozen roses red
But a crown of thorns upon His head
Nails in His feet and hands
All this apart of His great plan
His blameless Blood was spilled
On a cross on Calvary’s hill
Valentine, before time
He knew, He knew
With His arms stretched open wide
He breathed His last and then He died
The Gift from above
His death defined love
Like the flower my Valentine chose
Three days later my Valentine rose
Valentine, before time
He knew, He knew
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