In times of trouble

What right have I to lament this life

When each day brings me newness?

Or s person I have never seen

To whom I can show

Your goodness?

What right have I to be so weary

When Your renewal is so free

Why should I be overwhelmed if

Your cup is never empty?

Who am i to grieve myself when You are my ever-present help?


If my suffering brings peace, if my

Darkness can be a flame

Let the iron rains fall and close their chains on me

I will not dull the pain if it means showing someone the way

Let the aching stay.