When whip and thorns show up again!
Rough edges are there to smoothen me Pointed ones to poke me deep They exist in my life to remind me Of the distance I must tread to be good Don't I know I'm Gods work in progress Becoming the maker more or less These are tools my maker uses To chip off parts not in his plan Holy will I be if I permit and not resist Redeemed be my heart bit by bit Purifying me in the furnace of love Untill He sees his face shine in mine Thank you Lord for the many gifts given That makes me sad but makes me wise They purge my still ungodly side To abide totally as branch in the vine Pain and suffering are there to spare me From the surging fires of purging pyre Love cannot hate so I'm never alone Always by me is the shepherd so good Your chastisement is a sweet medicine That makes me chaste and cleanses sin Never let me forget thy care and desire When thy whip and thorns show up again