Wicked Thorn
by Me
How unkind, you wicked thorn!
I despise you to the core.
Oh, how you have plagued me since birth.
Oh, how you have robbed me of such joy.
Oh, how I hate you--you wicked thorn!
How many times have I begged the Lord
to take you from me,
Three million times thirty-three,
How I wish I were writing your eulogy,
Die a horrid and painful death,
You wicked thorn,
I continue to beg of the Lord.
For what else can I do,
I can't bear to live with this wicked thing,
So although no hope can be found,
I chant and pray day after day,
Oh Lord, take this wicked thorn from me!
It may be when I am old and gray,
But there will come a day,
When the Lord answers my prayer,
You, wicked thorn, will be abolished in the sea,
I will overcome,
and you will wish you never met me!
by Me
How unkind, you wicked thorn!
I despise you to the core.
Oh, how you have plagued me since birth.
Oh, how you have robbed me of such joy.
Oh, how I hate you--you wicked thorn!
How many times have I begged the Lord
to take you from me,
Three million times thirty-three,
How I wish I were writing your eulogy,
Die a horrid and painful death,
You wicked thorn,
I continue to beg of the Lord.
For what else can I do,
I can't bear to live with this wicked thing,
So although no hope can be found,
I chant and pray day after day,
Oh Lord, take this wicked thorn from me!
It may be when I am old and gray,
But there will come a day,
When the Lord answers my prayer,
You, wicked thorn, will be abolished in the sea,
I will overcome,
and you will wish you never met me!
