The thorn in my flesh is a constant teacher.
It prevents me from being boastful.
Each time I feel like bragging about my accomplishments,
This thorn humbles me.
It reminds me of the wilderness I endured before the accomplishments.
When I feel like declaring myself “self-made”
This thorn reminds me of the moments
I ran to God, sobbing on my knees
Asking for grace and mercy.
When sleeping in perfect peace, with no worries on my mind
I some times snooze God’s notifications and ignore His calls.
But this thorn pierces through my orthopedic
Reminding me of the vows I made Him.
When impatience become the muse of my thoughts
And fear becomes the voice in my ears
This thorn in my flesh reminds me
That I am pure and holy, tried and true.
When the desire of my flesh
Is tempting me to return to my sins
This thorn in my flesh reminds
Of Proverbs 26:11.
When funds are low and debts are high
And my smile is muffled with a sigh
This thorn in my flesh reminds me
That the blessed Savior will not pass me by.
When I some times walk by fear and not by faith
Away from purpose and into pleasure
This thorn in my flesh reroute my steps
Like a lamp onto my feet.
This thorn keeps me in alignment with my purpose.
It is a road sign that reroutes my wrong turns.
It does not allow me to blasphemy,
This thorn in my flesh is necessary.
Scripture Support: 2 Corinthians 12:7 So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited.”
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