
GOD GIVEN THORNS
Strange gift indeed! ‑a thorn to prick
To pierce
into the very quick,
To cause
perpetual sense of pain.
Strange gift!
And yet, 'twas given for gain.
Unwelcome, it
came to stay;
Nor could it be
prayed away.
It came to fill
its God‑planned place
A life‑enriching
means of grace.
O
much tried saint,
with fainting heart,
The thorn with
its abiding smart,
With all its
wearing, ceaseless pain
Can be thy means
of priceless gain.
And so what thy
thorn may be,
From God accept
it willingly.
But reckon
CHRIST ‑ HIS LIFE ‑ HIS POWER
To keep, in thy
most trying hour.
And sure‑thy
life will richer grow;
His grace
sufficient will bestow.
And in Heav'ns
morn thy joy 'twill be
That by His
thorn, He strengthened thee.
--Anonymous