Thorns
Momma says don't touch the thorns
They make your fingers bleed
but I love the scars
that they often leave
Each tells a story
Some old and some new
Each with their own glory
and fascination will rise
and curiosity grows
We'll have to learn from our tribulations
from the thorns we will touch
Some hurt more than others
Sometimes we bleed longer
Sometimes the thorns get lodged
leaving a wound
on the tip of my fingers
It's like I'll never learn
but the thorns are protecting
the thing I want most
The flower
It's infecting
my skin and my bones
trying to knock me down
these thorns are
till they run out of stones
but the thing they don't know
is that my heart truly loves them
It yearns for their wonder
Strives for their cover
Maybe my heart has some thorns of it's own
My maker has been splintering them
breaking my walls
The world has built them
Though they're not very tall
the world didn't know
my father is a carpenter
he can break these forsaken walls
he hasn't been fooled
As I look up and say
"But lord I'm just a child"
He knows I'm greater, bigger, stronger
He's preparing me for battle
strengthening my laughter
This battle is one of love
and it's his people who need it
They have thorns too
Just like the ones I once had
He wants to free them
and show them the love he showed me
The love of a father
The only love that's free
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