My Father Is Proud Of Me
I continually suffer sorrows,
and some are easier to bear,
yet others are harder to bear,
but still they all weigh me down.
I choose to get back up,
to keep going on,
to honour God, myself, and others,
and everything I value.
It is easy to give up,
to crack, crumble, collapse,
but this is not my Father’s will,
and neither is it mine.
He is always with me
keeping me moving on,
and he is wherever I go
giving me courage, hope, and support.
My Father is proud of me,
He Who knows all sorrows,
for I bear my sorrows as best as I can,
and I carry my cross and follow Him.
I walk to the light to find Him there.
I walk straight through the dark to find Him there.
I walk the only road I know that leads me to Him.
and kneel in faith to touch His garment’s hem.
He sees me coming,
and with outstretched arms and hands he meets me,
and with a look, a whisper, a touch
He comforts my hurting heart.