How imperfect the world is.
Such afflictions. Such woes.
I know this life pains You.
It is not what You chose.
For free-will and choices
Seem a curse, though a gift.
Yes, hardships are imminent,
But my spirit does lift
At the thought of how Your death
Has altered my life.
Because You shed Your blood
(Sweet, selfless sacrifice),
I now can know true Joy,
In spite of this trial.
How can I let these tears
Supercede why I smile?
Please show me, assure me,
Remind 'til it lasts,
The knowledge that You will
Bring beauty from ash.
I will rest in awareness;
There’s a song in this pain.
You have promised a rainbow.
I will hope through the rain.
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