Here we are again, Lord. Back here in this place.
Again I pray that familiar prayer, ďHelp me find the strength.Ē
My face is in the mud while my bodyís wracked with grief.
I cry the same old tears at night as I try to go to sleep.
But suddenly I understand in ways I never did before-
I see through all the turmoil and Iím not angry anymore.
Where thereís constant pain thereís constant change
And God is hard at work molding me and shaping me,
Preparing me to serve.
I look back over all the times when life was hard this way-
I canít believe Iíve come so far. Iím constantly amazed.
I look at others in their lives and things never change.
Each day is like the one before. I guess itís easier that way.
Then I see how quickly time has moved each year that I have lived.
All that pain and heartache makes me who I am today.
Through adversity I know youíre guiding me.
My eyes will see the way that I should walk.
And though at times Iím walking with not much light at all,
I know Iíll never be completely in the dark.