Soft as the open air

As gentle as the common breeze

Is the beauty of the crimson rose

God has made you to be

Planted in the garden of life

By the King of Kings

And watered by His everlasting love

Each petal gently kissed by God

And enlightened by heaven's face

Forever surrounded by heaven's soil

And growing in heaven's amazing grace

She's just a rose

She's just a rose

Because He rose

Because He rose

I pray for my daughter—I pray for her soul

I pray that she remembers everything that I taught her

Even more than cherishing anything I bought her

I pray to God that she would never get caught up

With the wrong crowd every flower needs water

'Cause for every seed sown, another weed is growin'

So I gotta pour that water deep into her soul

The water is the word, therefore she's gotta know

That she's so beautiful—yet beauty is vain

And holiness is the only beauty that remains

I know that remains to be seen and so I'm prayin'

That she would stay pure even at a young age

She's just eight so it's only the front page

In the story of her life, therefore she's unscathed

But as she grows older, gotta let her hand go

Tell her look both ways before she walks across the road

She's a rose

She's just a rose

She's just a rose

Because He rose

Because He rose

I praise God for my wife —oh how I love her