Pain, suffering, the ministry of tears
There's something to be said about what everyone fears
Random crying, nights of bawling
That punch-in-the-gut kind of feeling
They, unfortunately, are as expected
As with the thoughts of no hope and utter dread
But what nobody has taught me
I've had to learn unwittingly
Turns out that this personal hell
Is a gift from the Almighty
Because of the pain, of things not making sense
I've been forced to let go of my understanding
Opting for His wisdom - a view from His lens
The seemingly inconsequential
Now holding explanation for a few
Showing me what so little I knew
Through the pain, I've found comfort
In what I had since then scorned
Nuisance from rain and a gray sky
Now a reminder that with me He mourned
The pain itself gives strange relief
That the fears that have materialized
Of the love going, the memories fading
The liar uses to question my belief
Though the temptation hovers above
To despair, to doubt, to despise
He rescues me, covers me with His love
When I'm too weak and think fondly of my demise
Now I realize that in the pain
There is a certain beauty to be seen
The beauty, real and radical
Given by and in Himself - Elohim
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