Christ usurp the thorn in me
return me to the joy that's free
When you're sufficient over all
it's then I hear your highest call
I'm weak and lost inside of pain
restore me to your way again
peace and perspective, simple joy
the sting of every thorn destroy
bid me be thankful, honest, just
Give me to thoughtfulness and trust
true freedom's your sufficiency
and peace surround this thorn in me
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