Every Thorn Has Its Rose
Every Thorn Has Its Rose
Words and Music by Bob Padgett
November 15, 2005 – January 6, 2006
Stony Brook, NY & Stroudsburg, PA
©2005-06 Clamchop Creative Studio
for Bud, Julie & Ellie, and all of us who have seen days of thorns
“…my power is made perfect in weakness…
when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Cor. 12:7-10 (NIV)
In memory of Pat Hoffer and Jeff Adams
I can see her shrinking in her bed
The heartless cancer cells grow stronger in her head
Why this helpless state,
and why no cure to show
Every thorn has its rose,
you know
Now the pain is gone,
forever safe at Home-
Every thorn has its rose,
you know
I can see him in his final days
Known on the hospice ward as one who always prays
Where’s that brilliant mind,
and where his energy
Every thorn has its rose,
you see
Oh the lives he touched
with faith and bold decree
Every thorn has its rose,
you see
I can see Him standing on that Hill
He bears a load of grief cause it’s His Father’s will
Where’s His royal robe,
and what’s this crown I see
Every thorn has its Rose,
you see
Oh the pain You bore
but what that did for me-
Every thorn has its Rose,
you see
