A part if me thinks
Maybe I should take the pills
But a part of me thinks no -
Let your highs be highs and your lows be lows
Maybe the thorn in my side is a symptom of a rose
Maybe the hardship is how it grows.
Or maybe I should take the pills
I cried out to the Lord
Over and over
To take this away from me
But He said to me -
Well I don't know what He said
But nothing changed
And I cried out again
I said
Lord I can't do this without you
And he said
Testify
I said Lord I am weak
And He said
Testify
I said God you're the only thing holding me together
And He said testify
I said God help me!
And he said TESTIFY
And so I did
I took my pen, my sword
I wrote and I cried and I roared
And finally I couldn't write anymore
I said
Jesus
What did I do to deserve this?
What am I doing wrong?
And still I'm having trouble
Hearing the words
But the God of the universe
Reached down
And held my hand
And that I understood.
Maybe I'll never "get up and walk",
But my sins are forgiven and
It is well with my soul
Maybe I'll never be "at peace"
But I have peace and
It is well with my soul
If power is perfected in weakness
Then Lord fill me up
Because I am nothing but weakness
I said one last time
God help me
He said
"I Am."
