“I will hedge up your way with thorns”
Hedge us in to You Lord
When God cursed the ground for sin
He promised that it would bring forth thorns
Clarify to us what’s cursed & what’s blessed
Thorns, represent difficulty & bad result
Reveal the thorns to us & their cause
But, God is merciful in thorny consequences
Pour Your mercy on us, in us & around us
The “thorns” of scratch, pierce & scar
Reveal what pierces us with many sorrows
It’s the pain that makes us hate the sin that causes the thorns
Make every pain meaningful
We cry out
We want the thorns removed
But when we go our way
When we reject Your way
We need to be hedged in
When we break down Your fences
We can really wander off farther & farther
We stay or we think we’re out of
sight & out of mind.
But God You promise
I will hedge up your way with thorns
I will make a wall to keep you from finding
your destructive paths
In mercy God send us difficulties
Sharp stuff that scratches
Nasty stuff that pierces us
Icky stuff that pains us
Make others pray specifically for a hedge
of thorns to surround our wrong paths
Bring the Things
The Cutting & binding things
Things that will stop us in our tracks
Things that prevent us from going
any farther into oblivion
We cry out for our wounds to be healed
and our pains relieved
We’re up against the thorn-filled hedges
of You, God in our lives.
In Hosea the wanderer kept pushing away
They said “we will follow our lovers.”
God eventually responds
“I will hedge up your way with thorns.”
Maybe someone is praying non-stop
that God won’t give up on us.
Please Lord Jesus!
Never never never give up on us.
Keep knocking on our hearts door.
Knock louder & louder & louder
If it takes pain-filled difficulties to frustrate our sin filled desires & directions, then bring them.
Don’t let us redefine this plague of sin!
God. Hedged up our way with thorns.
Pierce deep into our hearts & minds.
Make the hedge impossible to break down.
Whatever it takes Lord. Whatever it takes.
If You have to expose us naked, do it.
If You have to turn our skin into dried-out leather, do it.
If You have to make our body into a badlands landscape, do it.
If You have to make us a rack of bones in the desert, do it.
Make us face it!
“If we’ve been born in a whorehouse,
make us face it.
If our mother’s been a whore, make us
If we’re bastard children make us face it.
When we say, ‘we’re off to see our lovers!
They’ll wine & dine us,
They’ll dress & caress us,
They’ll perfume & adorn us!’
Then dump us in a field of thorns & thistles
Yes, push us into the dead-end alley we’re on
When we go on the hunt for our lovers
don’t let us find any
Destroy all that’s a waste to us
Make us totally helpless
Make all the whoring around a dumping grounds for garbage
Make all the promiscuity a pit of thorns
Hosea 2 paraphrased
Never give up on us!
Never give up!
Keep knocking louder!
You have hedged us & shut us in–behind and before & You have laid Your hand on us. Psalms 139:5