But then again –
when things turn nasty,
is God really there?
There’s no shred of hope
in my wrung-out remains!
You’ve got to be joking –
you’ve got to be blind
if you think there’s some joy
when life is so mean!
Now look at the cross –
my sadness he bears!
The happiest Man
is the Lamb that was slain!
He carries my load
so in him I can find
a new way of living,
all wholesome and clean!
You haven’t made promise
all days will be fair.
Yet living with you
all my losses are gain.
Lord, help me to see
past the storm and the wind,
to know love and joy
when living seems lean.