A thorn, a rose

A blessing I suppose

An all seeing eye

Not mine to question or wonder why

For the hem, of Your garment

Lord, I am reaching up

In just one moment

You can remove from me this cup

So Lord, I am asking

And I am praying

You said seek and ye shall find

Oh, in my suffering

I am knocking

With all of my heart, soul

And knuckles combined

For Your touch

Your grace and mercy

Love and pity

A miracle, a sign

Lord, I claim Your promise as mine

So Lord, I am asking

And I am praying

You said seek and ye shall find

Oh, in my suffering

I am knocking

With all of my heart, soul

And knuckles combined

For Your touch

Through the very finger of God

We are healed by Him

And I choose to be a victor, not a victim

So Lord, I am asking

And I am praying

You said seek and ye shall find

Oh, in my suffering

I am knocking

With all of my heart, soul

And knuckles combined

So Lord, I am asking

And I am praying

In my suffering

For Your touch

Lord, I am asking

And I am praying