When suffering comes and life gets hard,
And we begin to feel blue,
We can hear a voice within saying:
“Look what I suffered for you.”

He could have called ten thousand angels,
But on that cruel cross He stayed;
His visage marred more than any man,
Gladly, our sin debt He paid.

Now, His strength is made perfect in us
When we suffer and are weak;
Our spirit is lifted as we trust
And those troubles aren’t so bleak.

It’s in the darkest valleys of life
That His Light shines the brightest;
And when our loads are the heaviest,
We learn His are the lightest.

He bids us to come, come one and all,
Bring your burdens to the LORD;
His joy is our strength in the valley
And His blessings are outpoured…
Even in Suffering.

 “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you,
and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart:
and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
(Matt 11:28-30)


~ Connie Campbell Bratcher - Jan., 2009 ~



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