Thorn in the Flesh

 

I’ve a thorn in the flesh

Troubles come, ever fresh

For my strength never passes the test

This troublesome thorn

From the day I was born

Keeps me down on my face where I’m blessed

The thorn in this case

Is an entry to grace

A gift that presents now as pain

For here in my need

My Lord intercedes

And His presence and power attains

What this life requires I could never afford

For my resources fail constantly 

My limitations do not limit my Lord

Nor the mystery He works in me

The foolishness I nurse

Is disguising a curse

Leaves me undone and my sin confessing

But He forgives my sins

And my heart He will cleanse

For the thorns become  platforms for blessing

So the thorn is a grace

That drives me to embrace

The one who is my righteousness

For in suffering’s revealed 

The wounds that will heal

In my weakness I’ll boast that I’m blessed

What this life requires i could never afford

For my resources fail constantly 

My limitations do not limit my Lord

Nor the mysteries He works in me

By these mercies my heart is refreshed

These Blessed thorns in the flesh...

These Blessed thorns in the flesh...

2 Cor  11:30, 12:9

Anthony Foster

August 1, 2022