A Lower Deep - Unnamed Thorn lyrics

Swirl the dust into my eyes A taste of pain to let me know I'm still alive If I'm to be the martyr I'll meet my end with head held high Infliction of the thorn There was no garden of roses Ever promised to you or me Yet in spite of all our suffering the power grows I was and am the chief of sinners Exalted and brought so low Now I'm more than a conqueror, I am made whole Fades all that seemed true Given into truth absolute Three times I cried Take this thorn from my side Three times denied Enough for you is my grace I will not be spared sadness I will know my share of sorrow But I will know safe shelter through the storm Feel with a glad heart Joy in the midst of suffering Three times... The thorn remains unnamed For every man a differing pain The thorn remains unnamed Suffice for all blessed grace Three times...