These adversities take their toll
From the pieces of my broken soul
Each pain takes a little more
Leaving my dependent heart sore
I question how this plan was lain
Why I always end up slain
Did God intend for this to hurt?
Is there a rhyme or reason to be in the dirt?
Searching for answers from higher authority
Which will soon become His priority
For in my dying breath He will reply
That in my pain He said not goodbye
He will say, "You remained mine."
"I created you to shine."
God will show how he laid his plan
How He was always there proclaiming, "You can!"
While I remained in the shadow of adversities
In me, He was creating skills of diversities
Skills to inspire other through
Get them to see God's love is true
So, yes, these adversities take their toll
From my put-together soul
Each pain teaches a little more
Leaving my independent heart far from sore