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 thornsÂ
Thorns and fire they will reveal
What the enemy cannot steal
Through suffering we cannot doubtÂ
Thorns come with blessings in the now
We bow to God's plan and will yield
Blessings and thornsÂ