Mystical Rose Collection

Oh Thomas! dear Thomas, why do you doubt? When, In the garden, you too ran about. Your Master was arrested, with chains abound, Where...

The crucifix is my autobiography, The story of my sin and shame. His blood is my ink, Where I shamelessly write my gain. The nail is my...

The unconscious waters saw the face of their God and blushed... The wine stewart rejoiced as they rushed, To see the Saviour's first...

Far on a hill called Mount Calvary, Stood three crosses made from the wood of a tree. One on the left and one on the right, And one at...

It was past midnight.. And there was something amiss, They chained and took him away, All it took, was a betrayal kiss. In the garden of...

Ever watched a candle burn, Giving light in the darkest turn. It is a bond so beautiful and thick.. The story of the candle - "the wax...