Hiding in a Hole

You gave me so many blessings

And still I sit and cry.

It’s hard to count my blessings when

My cheeks are never dry.

Some times I want to find a hole

Just crawl right in and hide,

But I have yet to find a hole

With any grace inside.

Sometimes the heartache’s not the test,

It’s just what you’re into.

The test is whether you have faith

Enough to push on through.

For on the other side of pain

Is where you’ll find the grace,

But you must pass through the storm’s heart

Before you reach that place

Where all the storms have ceased to rage,

The dark clouds blown away,

And blessings far beyond your hopes

Are there upon display.

But if you hunker down and hide

And hope it passes by

You’ll never make it through the storms,

You must get up and try.

So though I long to find a hole

And hide my tearful heart,

I also want to get through this.

So, Lord, please help me start!