Unnamed Thorn – A Lower Deep – letras

Swirl the dust into my eyesA taste of pain to let me know I’m still aliveIf I’m to be the martyrI’ll meet my end with head held highInfliction of the thornThere was no garden of rosesEver promised to you or meYet in spite of all our suffering the power growsI was and am the chief of sinnersExalted and brought so lowNow I’m more than a conqueror, I am made wholeFades all that seemed trueGiven into truth absoluteThree times I criedTake this thorn from my sideThree times deniedEnough for you is my graceI will not be spared sadnessI will know my share of sorrowBut I will know safe shelter through the stormFeel with a glad heartJoy in the midst of sufferingThree times…The thorn remains unnamedFor every man a differing painThe thorn remains unnamedSuffice for all blessed graceThree times..