The rose that bears the biggest thorns
Has never ceased to be most beautiful to me.
The heart that bears the deepest scars
Is worth the most,
Its love poured out like blood to cover me.

All the blows they gave to me,
And all the pain they made for me
You take away
And lay on Yourself.
All the scars they add to You,
And all the bad they do to You,
Only increases Your beauty in my eyes.