Thorns Of Life
Some flowers and shrubs are armed with thorns;
the Master designed them to be left alone;
that may be the reason that the bull has horns;
to keep man’s pride from ascending a throne.
Thorns are to deflate the arrogant and proud;
for they are the purveyors of hate;
and the overinflated, shall become a shroud;
when they refuse to allow any debate.
Thorns pop the balloon, growing in the mind;
allowing us suddenly to relate;
with pomp and circumstance, life was designed;
without a flaw or mistake.
Thorns sting and embrace the palm of a hand;
when pride leads us to reach too far;
that pain is part, of what the Master planned;
leaving nothing more serious than a scar.
Sometimes we’re given a thorn in the flesh;
of one kind, or another;
such will prompt us, with others to mesh;
and secrets of truth, discover.
Thorns were designed as the gift of pain;
experience and pain are ways we learn;
every loss suffered, is, in reality, gain;
and, ultimately it’s God’s love we earn.
The rose is the model of love and perfection;
regaled in life through song and story;
the crown of thorns; a symbol of rejection;
placed on the head of the King of Glory.
Monty 7/2/22. # 1,192