Past the Pain
When your heart is truly broken,
When you can’t see past the pain,
When the rain is thick and heavy,
And the thunder rolls again,
There was a man who’s heart was broken,
In a garden feeling pain,
And His heart was feeling heavy,
As the evil fought for gain.
So He bowed His head and questioned,
Father, must I walk this road?
And His Father answered Yes, my son,
It’s the only way to go.
And in blind trust He spread His hands
And walked the road and bled
For in that day evil lost,
Now God’s love reigns here instead.
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