I was only ten years old
When Granny Rose passed away
When we got the news of grandma
I heard the grown-ups say
Sharon was so sweet
That we all called her Rose
It happened on a Friday
Coincidence, who knows
Just the spring before
I was workin' by her side
Sunny morn, I was reborn
When she told me of Christ
She said hon, you see the Lord
Is so much just like this rose
Thorns and blood and so much love
Just watch and it will grow
So I began to watch and pray
Like grandma taught me to
I walked the garden every day
Hopin' it was true
But as a child, impatient, frail
I just had to say
Why, beloved Granny Rose
Did it not bloom today
Gram, I've waited daily
On the flower's sweet perfume
But just as sure as you're my grandma
I watched it, but it did not bloom
On the weekend, Tuesday
Or on Thursday, not a fun day
Maybe roses bloom on Friday
Sure enough, that Friday, sunrise
I found the rose in bloom
Put it in a vase for grandma
And it lit up the room
She smiled and said that Friday's blooming
Was no surprise
'Cause although Jesus rose on Sunday
On Friday he died
And our Lord's sacrifice was like
God's own sweet perfume
And in your heart, he'll light your life
The Rose of Sharon will always bloom
On the weekend, Tuesday
On Thursday, hear what I say
For he will always bloom
Jesus always blooms
Roses always bloom on Friday
And heaven must have rang
Angels must have sang
When Granny Rose went home on Friday