Thursday, November 17, 2011

The Rose Behind the Thorns


Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

God I confess:

Seems like my flesh is constantly pricked by thorns...
Transform? No, let's talk being reborn
Create in me a clean heart; renew in me a right spirit
So that I'll be obedient to your voice when I hear it
I know I've disappointed you, so I ask your forgiveness
Because only you can restore my joy and bring me rest
This quest to blossom seems like it’s taking forever
But I can't think of a time you've left me...ever
Like Paul, my thorn has me torn because I really want to please you
I must praise you through the storm so I can be renewed
I'm waiting, being patient; don't want to lose my faith
Your mercy is great, and great things come to those who wait
You caught me on tape, yes it's me; I'm guilty
I'm not worthy to be in your presence because I am so filthy
So dirty, my God; I don't deserve thee; it hurts me
Because my beauty is covered by spiritual scars
I need to be reconstructed with Jesus' blood as my tar
Holy? You are Daddy; I long for you to smooth out my stem
So when I'm picked, I'll be that Proverbs 18:22, 30:10 and perfect for "Him"
Daddy, I slipped out of your will; I feel the disappointment
But in the name of Jesus, the devil's defeated because I'm anointed
I say bye to "I" because "I" isn't a part of the equation
I've been stuck on this step too long, its time to reach the nations
You're able to keep me as long as I want to be kept from falling
And you said, "Make your requests known;" so that's why I'm calling
God, how can I be an effective witness in the ministry
When you look at me? I'm not even where I'm supposed to be
I'm starving and I can't grow without your food
And I know if I eat, I'll be feasting on the truth
So Daddy, this thorn has been here too long
So cut these thorns as I grow strong enough to move on
I haven't be picked because I need to blossom in you
So when they see my beauty, they'll really see you...
With each pedal I receive, its only strength to conquer the storm
That's why "He who wants (this) rose must respect the thorns."


I've been broken whole...

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