Unnamed Thorn Paroles

There was no garden of roses
Ever promised to you or me
Yet in spite of all our suffering the power grows

I was and am the chief of sinners
Exalted and brought so low
Now I'm more than a conqueror, I am made whole

Fades all that seemed true
Given into truth absolute

Three times I cried
Take this thorn from my side
Three times denied
Enough for you is my grace

I will not be spared sadness
I will know my share of sorrow
But I will know safe shelter through the storm

The thorn remains unnamed
For every man a differing pain
The thorn remains unnamed
Suffice for all blessed grace

Three times...