Thorns & Thistles

It's the worst when the work works against you
That’s the curse of Adam, thorns and thistles
The work isn't the curse it's beneficial
But the curse is what makes the work so difficult

What does it mean to be the king
Have authority to reign and name created things
Even your queen, Your teammate, equated in her being
But given a role that’s different, both gifted a dream
Sub-supreme, none among them higher in еsteem
Even eagles in thе sky recognize the fly genes
Maybe that was Satan's motivation
He wanted the power that God gave him/ tried to manipulate to replace him
If only they realized what they had
Maybe they wouldn't have betrayed, disobey their Dad
Discontentment turn to resentment and attempt at ascension
Ending with the quickest eviction
But not without a full description of the consequences
Blending sorrow and hope of redemption
If I could summarize Adam's curse
Creation rebels against man 'cause man rebelled first
The Lord's trying to show us what it's like to
Have authority over jawns trying to fight you
This is why when you're grinding on your job
You always find an obstacle to some kind of problem
Someone tried to call the Murphy’s law
Like it hasn’t been Adam since the day of the fall
The expectation stayed the same
We're called to produce fruit subdue terrain and reign
The curse may have changed the game
But the aim’s still represent His famous name
We see it best when our Savior came
He spoke peace to the sea and the waves obey him
That was a foretaste of the kingdom
The power over the curse he brings them
The curse he bore over his brow, figuratively
They made the thorns into a crown, literally
That's why he died saying it's finished
He completed his work despite all the resistance
His life was the price of redemption
He gives us grace and strength in our fighting against sin
But that's because the redemption was cosmic
The earth groans waiting to be made free from hostage
This is why all work kind of depicts this
By nature you’re bringing creation into submission
If you bring order where there is chaos
Or even destroy things to make room for the greater
You inherit that skill from your Creator
There's common grace in the ways that we model our Maker
So even though it's tainted by our nature
The imago Dei is defaced but not erased from
Our labor, and our days off, you should take some
At least once a week, do nothing and stay home
'Cause even the Lord would step away to rest and pray
And the Father took off on the seventh day
Enjoy your foretaste of the day when
All forms of thorns and thistles are done away with
Then we'll praise Him whom we reign with
Who's straining earned us all eternal vacation