Thorn

When you walked away
Did you stop to see
If I was still alive?
When you walked away
Were the words from the past week
In the back of your mind?
I remember you said
That you’d sooner wear black forever
Than lose me in your life
But a rain of cold words
Left that moment in the dark.

You haven’t been a dream wanderer
For quite some time
I forgave you
Moved on
To the entrances
Of new light.
But that’s not the point . . .

CHORUS:

 This isn’t a love song
This isn’t about you
It’s about the moment
When I began
To feel small inside.
You’re a ghost
From the past
Whose love doesn’t haunt me anymore
But there’s still a thorn in my heart . . .

As the seasons changed
There came another
He honored the code of chivalry
But was not meant for me
And, so, with idle curiosity
As I looked through the tear-stained glass
I wondered, “Would you have thought he cared too much?”

 [CHORUS]

This isn’t a love song
This isn’t about you
It’s about the moment
When I began
To feel small inside.
You’re a ghost
From the past
Whose love doesn’t haunt me anymore
But there’s still a thorn in my heart.

I pulled the thorn from my heart
It’s almost all the way out
I’m not small at all
I’m not small, no, no . . .
I’m a little flower
That will shine so bright
Over every empty and callous word
I’m a little flower
 And a thorn won’t hold anymore.

 [CHORUS]

This isn’t a love song
This isn’t about you
It’s about the moment
When I began
To feel small inside.
This isn’t a love song
This isn’t about you
It’s about the moment
When I began
To feel small inside.
When a thorn was placed
In my heart
But it won’t hold anymore.

Long ago, before the thorn
Someone said “I love you.”
I wonder when I will hear it again
But there’s no rush today . . .

 [CHORUS]

This is a love song
But it isn’t about you
It’s about the time
I began to feel alive again
There’s no room for a thorn
In a heart that’s meant to be whole
And so I’ll leave it behind.

When I drove down that road
In the afternoon light
I knew, in that moment,
That, at last,
I was ready to love again.
One week later, he appeared
In a glance from Heaven above.
I took the thorn from my heart
And he closed the wound.
He is my home and my rock.

 [CHORUS]

This is a love song
But it isn’t just for me
It’s for the love that
I found beyond the thorns
With a gift from the One
Who was nailed to the Cross
With a crown of Thorns
I found the one that I sought.

 The Prince of princes
Brought a knight
Who was worth every moment of the thorn
With him, I found more.

 Let the rain pour . . .

[CHORUS]

This is a love song
[Let the rain pour]
Let your heart learn to heal
[Let it flow]
No cross or barricade
Is too much
[Flow over you]
Let the thorn in your heart
Fall away
[Over you]
As the pieces
Of its refuge
Form anew
You are worth so much more.

 Let the thorn in your heart fall away.
Your mosaic is enough.

By Gina Marinello-Sweeney

“Thorn” will be used as the theme for Project Mosaic, a new organization developed to help the broken-hearted reaffirm their sense of self-worth and take steps towards healing. For more information and to follow updates on its launch, “like” the Facebook Page.
Advertisements