Made for Glory

Like a thistle on a tree, like the sparkle on the sea You were made for glory And it's no wonder why you're here For all to see But like a thorn on my flesh your beauty holds me I can't find relief And it's no wonder why you're here To torture me Sometimes a man must find relief In what he can't touch, what he can't see Maybe he knows that it won't do But it will do for tonight And now that you are out of sight I can only pray that you get out of my mind But those prayers don't often work for me You're all I see Sometimes a man must find relief In what he can't taste, what he can't see Maybe he knows that it won't do But it will do for tonight Oh, for tonight Oh, tonight Like a thorn upon my flesh Like a thorn upon my flesh Like a thorn upon my flesh Sometimes a man must relief Whatever ways that he can Maybe he knows that it won't do But it will do for tonight Sometimes a man must take the fall Few other ways will he learn Just when he's ready to lose it all Someone comes along Like a thistle on a tree, like the sparkle on the sea