Heart against a thorn

This morning my mom was reading to me from a devotional call Streams of in the Desert by L.B. Cowman. At the end the devotional for yesterday there was a poem that Mom and I really enjoyed (that's saying something coming from two people who don't really like poetry). Anyway, please take the time to read this as I think you'll find it a blessing.

Once I heard a song of sweetness

As it filled the morning air,

Sounding in its blest completeness

Like a tender, pleading prayer:

And I sought to find the singer,

Where the wondrous song was borne:

And I found a bird, quite wounded,

Pinned down by a cruel thorn.

I have seen a soul in sadness,

While its wings with pain were furled,

Giving hope, and sheer, and gladness,

That should bless a weeping world

And I know that life of sweetness,

Was of pain and sorrow borne,

And a stricken soul was singing,

With its heart against a thorn.

You are told of One who loved you,

Of a Saviour crucified,

You are told of nails that held Him,

And a spear that pierced His side;

You are told of cruel scourging,

Of a Savior hearing scorn,

And He died for your salvation,

With His brow against a thorn.

You "are not above the Master."

Will you breathe a sweet refrain?

And His grace will be sufficient,

When your heart is pierced with pain.

Will you live to bless His loved ones,

Though your life be bruised and torn,

Like the bird that sang so sweetly,

With its heart against a thorn?