Who would raise their hand and say yes to such pain?
Only Jesus, that's who.
I don't know how to find the good in this mess.
I try to be thankful, try to be positive,
but who could go through this much pain and still sing a sunny song?
Only Jesus, that's who.
I chase after memories, push down regrets.
Who could find the message in this?
Only Jesus, that's who.
I feel unqualified to preach or teach,
a wreck, a mess, I can't even get dressed.
Who could find healing in this?
Only Jesus, that's who.
I can't bleed here for all to read, share the deepest of pain and still sing a song of favor and love.
Who can make sense of it all?
Only Jesus, that's who
And He lives in me.
That makes me happy, I can't do it on my own.
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