A Thorn In My Flesh

 

Lord, there is a thorn in my flesh, I can feel it constantly whispering in my ear

Causing conflicting emotions, making Your voice seem less clear

The spirit of doubt is overwhelming me, let me know that my prayers… You hear

Jesus, I could live so much more like you if you’d just make this thorn disappear

 

Suddenly, a still small voice…”My child you can persevere”

 

I have done my best to ignore, but I don’t know how much more…

Please God I implore, would you please remove this thorn

My eyes betray me, showing me things I shouldn’t see

My legs won’t obey me, leading me places I shouldn’t be

Lord please remove this thorn, you said "by your stripes we are healed”

Oh God I pray, I want to live life Your way, this can't be how a saint should feel

 

The still small voice arose again…”Does not Romans 8:18 say, the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall later be revealed?

 

Sometimes my only fear of sin, is the fear of being caught

Something residing deep within, fights everything I’ve been taught

Like David I prayed, “God, search my heart, remove all my wicked ways”

Create in me a clean heart so I'll have no choice but to praise.

This weakness in my flesh I can't confess...or talk to anyone but God

Others think I'm just so strong, if they only knew I prayed this hard

Lord, this thorn in my flesh pains my spirit, and forces me often to my knees

I’ve lived a decent life for a while now, isn’t it time for me to be free?

 

I felt a tear roll down my face as the voice said, “My grace….is sufficient for thee”

 

Jesus, Your grace, it’s Your grace…

In taking my sinful place on that rugged cross

It’s by Your grace that though there be many thorns I face,

I am never, ever lost

It’s Your grace…that allows me to walk through the fires, and weather any storm

It’s grace, that though my life is far from perfect you embrace me and love me

As Your own

In the name of Jesus I will resist the enemy,

So thankful for where You brought me from

Continue to make me, shape me and break me, right now I'm so far from done

And Lord if you can wear a crown of thorns on your head, surely I can endure my pain, praise You and press on. Amen

 

“Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.” - 2 Cor. 12:9-10

 

Endure internal struggle, strive for eternal glory…

 

Reviews

[Cherie]

A prayer in reprieving...so be it!! Amen!! The enduring scar from the thorn not so much a reminder of pain but a victorious reward. God bless you!!

[Masquerade]

Beautiful write, inspirational message......you've really shown your flexability in your various styles of writing. I only hope to achieve your level of expertise one day. I am in awe of your talent!

[lindsay]

i love when you interlocked the ryhmes.


good job!