God doesn’t need your help, he needs your obedience. Your perception of things can never trump his knowledge of everything.
All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You
Today, Lord, I have an unshakable conviction
A positive resolute assurance that what you have spoken is unalterably true.
But today, Lord, my sick body feels stronger
And the stomping pain quietly subsides.
Tomorrow…
If I must struggle again with aching exhaustion, with twisting pain…
Until I am breathless
Until I am utterly spent
Until fear eclipses the last vestige of hope
Then, Lord—
Then grant me the enabling grace, to believe without feeling, to know without seeing, to clasp Your invisible hand and wait with invincible trust
For the morning.

