The Will of God
The will of God, it hurts sometimes.
Like the prick of a needle, like the
stabbing of a knife.
But it's a bearable pain... For my
growing they say.
God, please, take this pain away.
Be the salve that my weary heart
needs to heal, make my brokenness
complete and new.
I don't know the future... Maybe
he's the one.
Just make me the person you want
me to become.
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