Blessings and Thorns

Blessings and thorns, a package deal

Over them both spins the wheel

As those thistles puncture our brow

There is a limit God allows

Though the sharp pain we will feel

Piercing thorns press us to kneel

Still the blessings are so real

In our hearts God turns up the plow

Blessings and thorns 

Thorns and fire they will reveal

What the enemy cannot steal

Through suffering we cannot doubt 

Thorns come with blessings in the now

We bow to God's plan and will yield

Blessings and thorns