Thorns & Limps

What do you want, taken away,
What is it that He can do, for you today.
What thorn is stabbing your flesh,
What is it that gives you no rest.

Is it a thorn like Paul's, a Jacob type limp,
Has God mined, with you, the truth,
So as, you know what is meant.
Is it something that holding you powerless.

Have you asked Him to take it away.
Did He tell you, that it's here to stay.
Does this bother you, deep down inside.
Then look to Gethsemane, there you'll find.

He had a cup, only He could bear.
He ask that it be take, then and there.
Not by my will, but by Your's be done.
Guess what God told His only Son.

What do you want taken away.
What would make you happy, today.
Is it about His will, or your happiness.
Or, is what's troubling you, pure blessedness.

Count it a blessing, friends, for this is what it is.
A black velvet backdrop, created just for him.
He is like a diamond, shining bright as clear.
Against a black backdrop, O so very more clear.

Richard.