The Thorn

A spiritual uplifting poem about how we all have thorns that allow us to grow.

We have a thorn in our side

Learning from the pain within

Dealing with the torture outside

Subduing the agony with a grin

The lashes that I receive without

Adoring grace in distinct pleasure

Finding out my true value inside

Beneath the skin releases treasure

Buried within a temple filled with flesh

Digging the spirit out from the bone

Finding the center, the purpose deep

As we conquer these devils alone

And we do not turn as we fail

Finding sanctity with deep remorse

Eagerly do we stretch out the hands

To find out that peace takes its course

Faith in everlasting light spreads its wings

As it lashes onto the spirit that guides

Believing in everyone oh so truthfully

While we soar with doves as they fly

To keep what is holy in this infinite kingdom

Betting on no one but our wholesome body

Feeling the fire dull down to a steady flame

Gliding onto feathers of an angel, so steady