Every Last Thorn

Life can be prickly

The rose’s died

But the thorns are left

They get under your skin

And make life uncomfortable

Painful to live everyday

But I make a promise

Each day you believe,

I will remove a thorn

By the end of time

I will remove every last thorn

And you will be made new

Just believe and trust

Walk in blind faith

And open your heart

Jo Anne Kennedy

June 2015