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