Thorn In My Flesh

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Thorn In My Flesh

While I sit in meditation

And await His revelation

I am transformed into an ancient place

And a time when that Amazing Grace

Came riding on a donkey's colt

And I began to shout entranced in thought

Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest

 Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest

He turned and looked in my direction

Said I'm on my way to the resurrection

I picked you up in meditation

And brought you to the revelation

So you'll no longer wonder how

It felt to be among the crowd

Now I must not tarry for the time has soon come

That I must go and do what is already done

Take heed not to worry neither shall you fret

Behold! It is written you are my elect

I marveled while watching Him vanish from sight

Still struggling to see Him with all my might

But He'd brought me back my mind refreshed

But sorrow came cause I was back in the flesh

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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