I asked Jesus for a rose garden, but I forgot to mention to omit the thorns. Now I’m wading through a sea of flowers with my clothes and skin hopelessly torn. How can I appreciate all the beauty surrounding when my joy is subjected to the pain that’s abounding?
Well be careful what you wish for and be careful how you pray
Be mindful what you ask because you might get it someday
And although I know you think you want it or have found a better way
Every blessing you encounter has its own price to pay
I asked Jesus for a new promotion since I didn’t have a dime. I knew I could make it. I thought I was ready; it was certainly about time. So I put in the hours, neglected my family, and filled my house with strife. They don’t understand, I have a plan for a bigger and better life.
Roses are sweet, but they need tending
Riches are neat, but they’re not everything
So make sure you remember before asking the Boss
There’s always surrender and counting the cost
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