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