My Life is Hard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I cried out to the Lord in rage,

“Why have You made it so?
You’ve planted me in barren rock
And then told me to grow.”
 
“My child I need you to be strong
That you may offer shade
To those who otherwise might fail
In these fierce lands I’ve made.
 
I need you to stand up to heat,
To winter storms that blow.
Thus I have planted you in rock
With strength you’ll need to grow.
 
So do not doubt my faith in you,
I know your heart is strong,
But trust Me when I say to you,
I’ve planned this all along.”