Why do I struggle in day to day life
The tension and stress cutting deeper than a knife
Or the resentment and anger that fuels more strife
My children suffer and then my wife
Why do the things I do make me hide
Things that bruise, cut, even pierce my side
Nothing in me can compare to His Crimson Tide
He takes everything in a patient, Holy stride
Why do I fail at every day’s life test
Beating me down, physical anguish, and spiritual unrest
When others worst moments seam better than my best
Making constriction and pressure rise up in my chest
Why is my doubt controlling my faith and trust
With images of impure metals decaying with rust
Why can’t the doctors or churches heal the sickly, a scriptural must
Please Christ my Lord, come quickly
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