Thorns they hurt

Sometimes God gives you lessons

That come dressed up in heartbreak’s clothes.

You don’t see it while you’re stressin’,

You just bleed where the garden grows.

Yeah, life’s got its share of twisted vines,

And I keep trippin’ over mine.

But in the dark, when I can’t see light,

That’s when the wrong things start to feel right.

And I’ve been learning pain’s not wasted,

Even when it cuts too deep.

Oh, these thorns—they hurt but they teach me,

When I’m weak, His love still reaches me.

If I stare too long at what went wrong,

I’ll miss the melody that’s been playin’ all along.

Yeah, these thorns, they don’t define me,

They just remind me who’s behind me.

The pain might stay, but it fades in time—

And grace pulls me out in rhythm and rhyme.

Got regrets that hum like ghosts,

Singin’ songs that hurt the most.

I’ve been dancin’ too close to fear,

Chasin’ shadows that disappear.

But maybe this thorn’s a hidden key,

Keepin’ my heart where it should be.

If I stop complainin’, maybe I’ll see,

That thorn’s just God workin’ on me.

[Bridge)

Everybody’s got their private wars,

Some just hide ‘em better than yours.

Oh, these thorns—they sting but they free me,

When I fall, His arms still meet me.

If I focus on the broken part,

I’ll miss the art inside my heart.

These thorns—they don’t define me,

They just remind me love’s inside me.

Yeah, pain’s just proof that I’m alive—

And grace gon’ pull me out in style.

[Bridge)

Hey, yeah!

Don’t let that thorn steal your song tonight,

Don’t let the dark dim your light.

Every setback’s just a setup for flight,

Keep your head up, baby, you’re alright!

(Oh-oh-oh!)

Oh, these thorns—they sting but they free me,

When I fall, His arms still meet me.

If I focus on the broken part,

I’ll miss the art inside my heart.

These thorns—they don’t define me,

They just remind me love’s inside me.

Yeah, pain’s just proof that I’m alive—

And grace gon’ pull me out in style.

[Final Chorus)

Thorns—they hurt but they heal me,

When I’m lost, His love reveals me.

I was blind but now I see—

That thorn’s been part of my victory!

No, these thorns don’t define me,

They just remind me who’s inside me.

Every wound, every fight, every fall—

That’s what grace’s been there for.

Yeah, the thorn’s got a reason,

Just mercy in disguise.

I ain’t afraid of the pain no more—

God’s got me, thorns and all, tonight.