As I
W. A. I. T.
With bated breath...
The
W. E. I. G. H. T.
becomes unbearable.
I catch myself
And
R. E. L. E. A. S. E.
This stifled breath
I have been holding,
And
B. R. E. A. T. H. E.
In His goodness.
He's got this,
I remind myself,
And
R. E. L. E. A. S. E.
The stress of things
I can't control.
I
B. R. E. A. T. H. E.
In His presence
And the
W. E. I. G. H. T.
Becomes lighter.
He sits with me
In my
W. A. I. T.
And
It is
G. O. O. D.
I can't complain
About the rain,
Though it's caused so damn much pain.
I know His truth will always reign.
I can't complain
About the rain.
I can't complain
About His sheep,
And how His promises they just don't keep.
I know His truth will still flow deep.
I can't complain
About His sheep.
I can't complain
About this pain,
And how it comes again and again.
I know His truth will never wane.
I can't complain
About this pain.
I can't complain
About this life,
And how it's filled with so much strife.
I know His truth indeed saved my life.
I can't complain
About this life.
I can't complain
About this world,
And how they view this broken girl.
I know in truth, I am His girl.
I can't complain
About this world.
