Lord, in this trial where I reside, Amidst the thorns of this trying tide, I lift my voice, frail though it be, To ask You use my pain for Thee.
Let not my suffering go in vain, Harness my hurt, my loss, my strain. May every pang and every tear, Serve Your glory, draw others near.
And though I plead for healing’s grace, For the day this pain You will erase, I trust Your plan, mysterious and wise, That through my trials, Your love will rise.
So mold my spirit, refine my heart, Though through this illness, we seem apart, May it be Your light that others see, As this pain carves a better me.
