That I may grow like you.
For through my suffering I seek
Your comfort to get me through.
Thank you for your strength and grace
That keeps me from day to day.
Thank you for your love so pure
Through gifts along the way.
If not for my suffering
I would be easy to deceive,
Fooled that I was worthy
Of the strength that I receive.
If not for my suffering,
I would guess that I was strong.
And when I fell in weakness,
I would find that I was wrong.
If not for my suffering
I’m afraid that I would stray
From the only good that I know,
Your presence day to day.
If not for my suffering,
I would live for the earthy gain,
Forgetting I’m bound for heav’n,
A far more glorious plain.
Thank you for my suffering.
In it with you I share
The glories of eternity;
Your presence, Oh, so fair.
Beautiful! Through the fire to shine like gold.