It’s not the thorns that made me cry,
Though they pricked my hands
And awakened me from that moment
Reminding me that time hasn’t stopped
When you said goodbye.
It’s not the thorns that made me cry,
Though they existed side by side
With something so beautiful
I never thought I’d bleed
If I held on too long or too deep.
Wasn’t it just yesterday
When you gave me those roses
Professing your never ending love?
I’ve always thought I could bear the tears,
But it’s not the thorns that made me cry.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"