Dozens of Rosessc
Through out our lives we pick many roses And far too often the rose's thorn pierce the flesh And it hurts The world comes Attracted by the sent of blood like a hungry shark Pushes the thorn deeper God comes Hearing the cry of his child Wipes away the blood and tears Kisses the wound Though the wound is still there It hurts a great deal less
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Dozens of Rosessc

Through out our lives we pick many roses
And far too often the rose's thorn pierce the flesh
And it hurts

The world comes
Attracted by the sent of blood like a hungry shark
Pushes the thorn deeper

God comes
Hearing the cry of his child
Wipes away the blood and tears

Kisses the wound
Though the wound is still there
It hurts a great deal less