It seems pain and trouble
are my daily struggle;
They leave me asking why
despite all that I try.
Hope seems a desperate cry
my soul gives a dreadful sigh;
Thinking only of myself
I'm controlled by pain itself.
When I stop and take a breath
to reflect on Jesus death;
It gives me a new perspective
living has a fresh objective.
Willing to surrender hurt
to His precious grace divert;
Pain and trouble still around
yet God's love and strength abound.
Pain and trouble now my friend
as they help me to depend;
No longer on myself
but on my God, Himself!