Every Thorn Has Its Rose words and music by bob padgett November 15, 2005 - January 6, 2006 Stony Brook, NY & Stroudsburg, PA ©2005-06 clamchop creative studio for Bud, Julie & Ellie, and all of us who have seen days of thorns “…my power is made perfect in weakness…  when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Cor. 12:7-10 (NIV) In memory of Pat Hoffer and Jeff Adams I can see her shrinking in her bed The heartless cancer cells grow stronger in her head Why this helpless state,   and why no cure to show Every thorn has its rose,   you know Now the pain is gone,   forever safe at Home- Every thorn has its rose,   you know I can see him in his final days Known on the hospice ward as one who always prays Where’s that brilliant mind,   and where his energy Every thorn has its rose,   you see Oh the lives he touched   with faith and bold decree Every thorn has its rose,   you see I can see Him standing on that Hill He bears a load of grief cause it’s His Father’s will Where’s His royal robe,   and what’s this crown I see Every thorn has its Rose,   you see Oh the pain You bore   but what that did for me- Every thorn has its Rose,   you see close