I have never stopped to thank you, ” Lord” For the thorns in my life you gave. I’ve only looked at the blooms on top Of the roses that you’ve made. But the thorns are there to always remind me Of the suffering you had endured. And for all the tears you’ve shed for me And your cries that went silently unheard. Thank you Lord for the thorns For they’re pokes, have made me stronger yet. To handle all I have to, ” My Lord” And more I will inevitably come yet to get. Linda Winchell Copyright: 2009