A sweet friend shared this poem on her Facebook page this morning. I had learned of this verse a few years ago and had shared it here. It
seems like a good morning to revisit...and ponder...as Hermine passes through our corner of the world and as storms pass through the lives of some of our dear friends...
The Thorn
I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne
And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart
I cried, “But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.
This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me.”
He said, “My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee.”
I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,
As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.
I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace,
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face.
And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart
I cried, “But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.
This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me.”
He said, “My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee.”
I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,
As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.
I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace,
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face.
–Martha Snell Nicholson
So much to ponder and pray about. Our pastor shared this quote from John Bunyan this morning on facebook.
ReplyDelete"Run, John, run, the law commands
But gives us neither feet nor hands,
Far better news the gospel brings:
It bids us fly and gives us wings."
~ John Bunyan
Thank you, dear Cheryl. Oh to see His face more clearly. Stay safe, my friend. ♥
ReplyDeleteWhew! Such a difficult thing to do in the midst of pain and trials.
ReplyDeleteHope you are staying safe in the storm. A beautiful poem and reminder.
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