Life is full of thorns and thistles
|THORNS AND THISTLES|
"It will also bring forth thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field." Gen. 3:18. (TKJV)
A man had eaten from the forbidden tree,
Which God had commanded not to eat,
The ground is cursed and so the soil,
To get our bread, we have to toil.
Outside in the world, inside our hearts,
Everywhere thorns and thistles grow,
To flourish in life, we have to work hard,
To get ahead, we strive with sorrow.
Thorns and thistles in the field we work,
Confront with obstacles and tests,
Thorns and thistles in our path we walk,
To hinder and slow down our progress.
Thorns and thistles inside our minds,
Perplexed, confused to think and do,
Thorns and thistles to all mankind,
Problems of life everywhere we go.
Thorns and thistles in our health,
Ailments, infections, and maladies;
Thorns and thistles in the relationship,
Our friends become our enemies.
Thorns and thistles in the family,
Anguish, torment, and disturbing,
Thorns and thistles in the community,
Racial problems and many things.
Thorns and thistles all over the world,
Illnesses, disasters, and calamities,
Terrorism, conflicts, and manmade wars,
Destroying homes and properties.
Thorns and thistles even to worship,
Worldly amusements and distractions,
Thorns and thistles to serve the Lord,
It's weary and a struggle for everyone.
Thorns and thistles prick my body and soul,
At times it appears there is no end,
It's tough to endure but I am sure
It teaches me to look up to heaven.
Even when thorns and thistles grow,
There are plenty of good herbs and plants,
Wheat, rice, and other crops we sow,
Nourishment and grace are still abundant.
Even Christ to the cross he was condemned,
The crown of thorns squeezed on His head,
Imagine the pain but He didn't complain,
To save us he died the worst of death.