Unnamed Thorn

<p>Swirl the dust into my eyes A taste of pain to let me know I'm still alive If I'm to be the martyr I'll meet my end with head held high Infliction of the thorn</p><p>There was no garden of roses Ever promised to you or me Yet in spite of all our suffering the power grows</p><p>I was and am the chief of sinners Exalted and brought so low Now I'm more than a conqueror, I am made whole</p><p>Fades all that seemed true Given into truth absolute</p><p>Three times I cried Take this thorn from my side Three times denied Enough for you is my grace</p><p>I will not be spared sadness I will know my share of sorrow But I will know safe shelter through the storm</p><p>Feel with a glad heart Joy in the midst of suffering</p><p>Three times...</p><p>The thorn remains unnamed For every man a differing pain The thorn remains unnamed Suffice for all blessed grace</p><p>Three times..</p>