Beloved Child of God

Sometimes I feel like a helpless worm driven above ground by the rain,
Who on, the scorching sun does burn, as I wriggle around in pain.

It’s true that I am a man, but no less futilely on this Earth do I writhe.
I’ve been pummeled and hardly can stand as, over me, death whets its scythe.

But rather than strike me down quick, like a cat it bats me about.
Slowly the days pass by as I sit, looking through my window at the world without.

If this were the whole of my story, I would have ended it all long ago,
But I press on through sorrow into glory, because of the truth I do know.

My name is written in Heaven; King Jesus holds tightly to me.
He Who created the world in days seven, laid down His life to set me free.

Though for now my body’s trapped in weakness; hassled and harried by pain,
Christ will bring good from this bleakness, and lead me safely home to His domain.

Though I am pitiful and lowly, I’ve been adopted as a child of God.
He’s comforted and shown much mercy, as with me, all my days, He has trod.

“Beloved Child of God the Most High;” doesn’t it have a nice ring?
He’ll, to you, this same title apply if you repent and confess Jesus, King.

For Christ is the God of creation Who died for us and, back to life, rose.
In power He has, death, defeated, and with love for us His heart overflows.

All who are bent low and down trodden; trampled and battered by the world,
Know that by God you aren’t forgotten, and His banner of love over you is unfurled.

Come find rest and peace in the Savior; King Jesus Who’s risen and reigns.
He loves to give undeserved favor, and cleanse repentant sinners from all stains.