| I read about a man of God | 
| Who gloried in his weakness | 
| And I wished that I could be | 
| More like Him and less like me | 
| Am I to blame for what I’m not | 
| Or is pain the way God teaches me to grow? | 
| I need to know | 
| When does the thorn become a blessing? | 
| When does the pain become a friend? | 
| When does the weakness make me stronger? | 
| When does my faith make me whole again? | 
| I want to feel His arms around me | 
| In the middle of my raging storm | 
| So that I can see the blessing in the thorn | 
| I heard it said the strength of Christ | 
| Is perfect in my weakness | 
| And the more that I go through | 
| The more I prove the promise true | 
| His love will go to any length | 
| It reaches even now to where I am | 
| But tell me once again | 
| When does the thorn become a blessing? | 
| When does the pain become a friend? | 
| When does the weakness make me stronger? | 
| When does my faith make me whole again? | 
| I want to feel His arms around me | 
| In the middle of my raging storm | 
| So that I can see the blessing in the thorn | 
| Lord, I have to ask You | 
| On the cross You suffered through | 
| Was there a time You ever doubted | 
| What You already knew? | 
| When does the thorn become a blessing? | 
| When does the pain become a friend? | 
| When does my weakness make me stronger? | 
| When does my faith make me whole again? | 
| I want to feel His arms around me | 
| In the middle of my raging storm | 
| So that I can see the blessing in the thorn | 
| Oh, I want to see the blessing in the thorn |