Life down here delivers mighty, mighty blows
With no regard, whatsoever, for the imminent woes
My breath is taken and my heart is pained
O, to see the damage suffered by these blows at impact
At my heart's foundation, there revealed would be a crack

The crevasse deepens with each blow
Infection grasps hold to fester and grow
Is this truly what was meant to be?
My toils, my trials - serve only to weaken and tire
Is there no respite from this, my muck and mire?

It is then, when certain life will come crashing down
I remember One Who to His death wore a thorny crown
All for me, He died - a King of suffering
Yet, in three days' time arose victorious
Can there be a greater Hope so glorious?

O, my Jesus, You are the Way - the Overcomer!
Holy One and Great Physician - be Thou my Healer!
As You promised, life and trials go hand in hand
But may You, O Lord, be my quenching breath
Let Your healing flood wash away the stench of death

As sure as the blows of life are true
Causing the crack in my heart to almost break through
There is that Hope that in me swells
As the wounds grow deeper and wish to kill
Come in, my Savior - fill me deeper still

"These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace
In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."  John 16:33 NAS