The Thorn by Martha Snell Nicholson
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.
I love Steve Saint's words toward the end, "I haven't sought, because I didn't know it existed"
1 comment:
I may be coming at this from a slightly different perspective, but as a disabled person, I have learned to see my thorn have cerebral palsy as a blessing. Very few people understand that and often leave me feeling as though I were crazy when I try to explain it to them. It is good, and encouraging, to know I am NOT the only one who sees my condition as an opportunity to bless people by ministering to them by allowing them to minister to me.
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