Thorns

Something insists I won’t live to see Former enemies achieving tranquility. There exists the thorn of human pride That sets with certainty civility aside. It has ever been so and will not end One’s precious ego to stoutly defend. But what if a victor is proven right Won’t it be forgotten and out of sight? What waste we make behaving so. Why should maturity be slow to grow? Yet upon second-thought reflection My angst is absent a sense of direction. “Opposition is needed in all things”— That faith-based claim in memory rings. I was taught it early as a guileless lad. “You can’t value good without the bad.” Now with wits restored to their place, I humbly cut slack for the human race. We are creatures fashioned by His hand. Every thorn tells what we will withstand. Will we prove valiant, faithful, and true Doing all Christ commanded us to do? If so, oh joy, to be spiritually reborn To overcome the world and every thorn.