Thorns

THORNS I caught my clothes upon some thorns that I was walking through; I cut my finger on a thorn of a rose I saw there, too. Yes, thorns seem to be everywhere we walk in life today, But worst of all are thorns that tear my life apart each day. They are the thorns of damage done from past years long ago, The things I did that were so wrong and now I truly know. But, they are there, and when I hear a person mention them, I wonder if they really know the damage they have been. Do they somehow suspect of me that once I was that way? And is it what I’m doing now, or something that I say? They may be doing it in jest, but it still hurts to hear About the thorns once in my life I don’t want to appear. I don’t like statements of the thorns of past I leave behind, But when I look into God’s word, His Spirit will remind: Then I remember of that crown of thorns upon Christ’s brow, And on the cross He bore their pain so I could be free now. He did no sin to earn that crown, but did it so He’d know The thorns and scars of sin I’d bear because of long ago. Yes, I still bear the scars of thorns and it still hurts today To hear somebody joke about or hurt some other way. I know I need remember then the thorns that try me there Should turn my eyes unto the Lord and know how much He cares. And some day thorns will be no more, nor will the scars they made Because of thorns that Jesus bore and for my sins He paid.