Thistles and Thorns
Man, life sometimes can be so hard
His friend: "Sho' nuff, like the sufferin' sometimes doesn't seem to end"
Lest not til they put you in that box
His friend: "You still be catchin' the blues even then"
How so, my dearest bro?
His friend: "The devil still be spittin' on you"
That's right, accusing you of all the things you used to do
His friend: "He just keep pickin' at you wit dem horns"
Oh yeah, from the moment you die til the minute you're reborn
His friend: "I thank God for my sweet Jesus every morn"
Amen, He rose up from that bed of thistles and thorns
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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