| Thank you for this torn embedded in my flesh
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| I can feel the mystery my spirit is made fresh
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| You are sovereign still and forever wise
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| I can see the miracle opening my eyes
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| To a proud heart so quick to judge
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| Laying down crosses and carrying grudges
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| The veil has been torn
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| And I thank you for this thorn
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| Thank you for this thorn fellowship of pain
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| Teaching me to know you more never to complain
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| Thank You for this love planted in my side
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| Faithful patient miracle opening my eyes
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| I never thought I’d say it without reservation
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| But I am truly grateful for this piercing revelation
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| Of a proud heart so quick to judge
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| Laying down crosses and carrying grudges
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| The veil has been torn
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| And I thank you for this thorn
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| And if You chose to take it, I will praise You
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| And thank You for the healing in your name
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| But if it must remain, I thank You for Your rod
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| Evidence of Father-love for a child of God
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| I join you in sorrow
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| So much less than You have borne
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| And I thank you
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| Really I thank You
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| Lord I thank You
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| I thank You for this thorn |