Roses Midst the Thorns

Though my path lead through the roses,

Where thorns may pierce me sore:

When stark anguish round me poses-

I can’t take one step more…

Then my Jesus comes beside me,

Midst shades of gath’ring night,

“My dear child, I walk beside thee,

Upon thy path shed light!

Though sharp thorns may hem thy pathway,

And trials bring great pain-

Though the storm clouds make a dark day,

Sufficient grace doth rain.

For the rainbow of My promise

Above thee, child, I raise,

And will span each darkened abyss,

As grace crowns all thy ways!

Look, My child, beyond the thorned trail

To roses fair and bright-

Look beyond the shades of dark vale,

To sunshine of My light!

For midst thorns, there’s blooming fragrance

Of beauty, grace and love;

Through the valley’s painful entrance,

My hand guides from above!

My dear child, I’ll not forsake thee,

Though thorns may pierce thy feet,

Thy eternal best your Lord sees-

His work in thee completes!”