Thorns and Thrones
I'd rather gather roses without thorns, Lord,
A bright and fragrant, beautiful bouquet.
To decorate my world with pretty pleasures –
The brambles and the briers, I'll throw away.
But You say I must pluck the thorns as well, Lord,
Though they'll pierce my heart and sting my soul;
You say that pain's a part of peace,
You tell me, that breaking is a part of being whole.
You say that if I truly want to know You,
I must count everything but Christ a loss;
You ask me to exchange my will for Yours, Lord,
To trade contentment's kingdom for a cross.
And so I come before You, weak but willing;
I seek to walk Your path, and not my own;
I choose to share the crown of thorns You wore, Lord,
Until I kneel before Your royal throne.