My Thorns

Apparently I’m cranky, Lord,

I’m letting my thorns show.
I know I ought to trim them back,
But they just grow and grow.
 
I don’t know what set them off, Lord,
But out they came today
And try as I might I can’t seem
To make them go away.
 
My prayer tonight is that these thorns
Might disappear by dawn.
I’d like to be a happy me
And they need to be gone.