Thorns of Betrayal

If you pursue the roses

It will happen without fail

You will have to endure 

The thorns of betrayal

If you desire that fragrance 

After all of your storms 

Then you will be given 

A few prickly thorns 

The thorns of betrayal 

The walk of suffering

No escaping the pain

Void of buffering 

Words shoot like arrows 

The poison of offense

They shoot those arrows 

At the uprights expense 

Remember the Master 

And the words He said

Remember those thorns 

He wore on His head 

In your fierce battles 

When the enemy opposes

Hang on through the thorns 

And you will smell the roses