Thorns

THORNS

Words & Music by Theresa ReNae

What do I have to offer, in a world so cold and unsure?

What do I have to offer, with my life, so small and impure?

Thorns entangle my pathway,

Trials, too hard to endure,

Give me strength in my weakness,

I'm all alone, Help me to find,

My way home.

Come, my child, I'll show you, what you mean to me.

Knock, and I shall open, even unto thee.

Thorns, I wore as they mocked me.

Trials, I too did endure.

Showing strength in my meekness.

You're not all alone. Come follow me home.

Come back home.

Thorns belong to all roses.

Trials, we all must endure.

Gaining strength from our weakness.

To stand on our own, and make it back home.

Come back home.