Thorn in His Flesh, Thorn in His Side
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Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
In Him, we will now abide
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
Because of Him, many nights we cried
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
He brings us life, even though he died
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
He is faithful, though some denied
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
His Word, our lives applied
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
His Word, preached worldwide
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
His finished work, we've testified
Thorn in his flesh
Thorn in His side
Through the pain, we're purified
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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