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Thorn in the Flesh

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My thorn,

it pricks,

it sticks,

it won’t go away.

 

My thorn,

A sign of my scorn,

inside I’m torn,

feeling forlorn,

want it gone!

 

My thorn,

a reminder of

my hurt,

my hope,

my past,

my present,

my sacred wound.

 

My thorn,

God’s message to me,

to remain humble,

yet strong,

in weakness,

within thee.

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