The world pulled me from all sides
When I wanted solitude
I feared a lifetime of woe and suffering
Wondered if this era would ever conclude
I tried to snatch smiles from tears
Virtues evoked my gratitude.
Everything seemed bad and scary
The vicinity looked cold and strange
The wind was dry, the stars were dull
Hope was totally out of range
The grey clouds, the rough seas
How I craved for a pleasant change!
I looked for a shoulder where I could
Rest my burning head
I wondered if anyone understood
A word of what I said
The silent streams rolled down my eyes
Sight was at heaven, hands were spread.
But I knew I had to be brave and bold
I looked for weapons to fight
Until I realised that I already had
The weapon of the greatest might
The gracious God had armed me with ‘faith’
That stayed with me day and night.
Faith that suffering was conferred by Heaven
Only on the fortunate few
Hardship is granted to a privileged bunch –
How to tackle pain those who knew
Faith that happiness and sadness means
That God is keeping His eye on you.
Indeed, when everything goes wrong
It is faith – deep faith – that pulls you through!