daddy, this trial is hurting me
i simply want to cry.
i fear that where you’re sending me
will hurt so bad i’ll die.
where is the life of happiness,
unending days of rest?
i can’t see past this current trial -
is this really what is best?
but i believe that you're constant.
i know You're faithful and you’re good.
this light and temporary pain
is to burn off all the wood
so that you’ll present me faultless
standing there as gold one day
before the Throne of Grace to Him
and “welcome home” He’ll say.
my hope must rest in that day for
right now and here you see
this pain and unrest that I’m in -
its what is best for me.
i’m confident that he is good.
i trust that He is near.
that no matter what waves may come
i know He's greater than my fears.