The Thorn

The Thorn
by Martha Snell Nicholson

I stood a mendicant of God before His royal throne
And begged him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own.
I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart
I cried, “But Lord this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart.
This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me.”
He said, “My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee.”
I took it home and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore,
As long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more.
I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace,
He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil which hides His face.

7 thoughts on “The Thorn

  1. This is a beautiful poem and reminder to pray for you, Kim. Thank you for sharing. Poetry is so succinct and packs a punch for reflection. In His care, Rhonda

    On Sat, Oct 9, 2021 at 10:25 AM Commissioned by Him wrote:

    > Kim posted: ” The Thornby Martha Snell Nicholson I stood a mendicant of > God before His royal throneAnd begged him for one priceless gift, which I > could call my own.I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would departI > cried, “But Lord this is a thorn and it has” >

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    • Yes – this poem hits me strongly each time I read it. I can’t say I’ve learned to “love” my thorn yet, but I am spending much more time seeking God as a result of it. So I can see the good of it. Thank you for praying❤️

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  2. What a beautiful poem. I had never heard that before but will carry the image with me when life’s thorns prick. Thank you Kim. I’m praying for you.❤️

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