We chase an end to suffering’s cry,
With weary hearts, we wonder why.
We long for peace, for trials to cease,
Yet find no lasting joy, no sweet release.
Blind we wander, lost in despair,
Grasping at shadows that vanish in air.
For we think joy is where pain must end,
But miss the truth that God can mend.
It’s not in the absence of sorrow or strife,
That we find the fullness of abundant life.
For suffering lingers, as shadows will,
But God’s great purpose shines brighter still.
When we surrender, when we let go,
The seeds of meaning begin to grow.
In every tear, He plants His grace,
Transforming the darkness, revealing His face.
Joy is born where trust takes root,
Where faith in Him bears eternal fruit.
The pain remains, yet hope is near,
For Christ has conquered our every fear.
So rest, my friend, in His perfect will,
Though storms may rage, His love is still.
For in His hands, your trials refine,
Your a masterpiece of His grand design.