Exquisite are the thorns I wore from diagnoses to surgery.
Knowing full well my spirit and body – the same it would never be.
Exquisite were the surgeries, infection and complications.
Pressing into and trusting King Jesus, the ruler of all nations.
Exquisite might not be how most would describe surviving cancer,
But I’ve never felt the breath of God any closer or any faster.
Exquisite is the trust I put in Him whom I’m perfectly formed.
This season wouldn’t last a lifetime, soon it would be adjourned.
Exquisite is The One who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand. (Isaiah 40:12 NKJV)
I knew deep in my spirit I was healed by His command.
With each exquisite thorn, as painful as it may be
Has a clear, definite purpose and is absolutely necessary.
Complete healing was mine either of, by or through.
What exquisite thorns will you entrust Him to?
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