A little prickly, yes, that’s me,
And hard to get close to,
But I am learning to bear fruit
That’s sweeter, thanks to You.
To comfort, not annoy.
I’m to share love, and not those thorns
I, too often, deploy.
Though I know they don’t suit
A life that’s meant to be about
Sharing Your Word, Your fruit.
You’ve given so much grace to me,
How can my thorns still show?
I need to cast them all aside
And let Your sweet fruit grow.
The fruit of grace I bear
Until my prickly side becomes
The part I never share.
Finally, brothers, rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort
one another, agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and
peace will be with you.
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