a thorn in my side


A thorn in my side that I can not escape.

A dagger to my heart; its piercing starts to shape.

The captivating beauty I wish that I did have,

The jealousy that overwhelms my human heart with wrath.

Father, clip the thorns so that Your rose may grow.

How can I glorify You when my flesh continues to show?

But that is why You died; You sacrificed for me.

Father let me not forget: my old self You do not see


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