Sorrow, Pain and Trouble

Please sit back with open ears and harken to this flow,
As I praise God and search out purpose in my own sorrow.

Because on the cross, Christ was beaten and gored,
You and I can now receive His righteous reward.

Yet still we say, “How long? How long will I be in this struggle?”
Because everyday down here is filled with sorrow, pain and trouble.

By faith in Christ we’re raised to life and cleansed of all our sin,
But everyday that I wake up I get hit on the chin.

Despair is crouching at my door to pounce when I step out;
The chronic sickness, pain and sorrow all cause me to shout.

I also look around, I cast a glance and many suffer,
And though there is good in this world, things for most just get tougher.

But I thought God is good and that His heart is filled with love;
Isn’t that why Christ came down to save us from above?

So why are me and you still faced with anguish and much pain?
I thought to live is Christ and that to die for Him is gain.

But it don’t feel like that with constant sorrow creeping in;
Under this weight of hopelessness my patience is growing thin.

I pound my fists, I scream and shout, “Oh God where are You now?”
With bloodied knuckles, gritted teeth I keep holding the plow.

My Lord and my God let me not cast on You blame,
But when I face the fire let me praise Your holy Name.

These questions that we have are good, and we all should ask them,
But as we hold these ponderings we must not our God condemn.

For He is good, Christ is the Light, and for us all He suffered.
If God Himself was torn and bled, pain’s purpose can be discovered.