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Seasons of suffering
Dear God, will they of all time end?
Seasons of suffering
Bringing me to my marbles end
Seasons of suffering
Teaching me earnest obedience
To inhabit in the domain of the Spirit
Seasons of suffering
Until I clutches and comprehend it
Seasons of suffering
Grinding trailing my motives
Seasons of suffering
Persistent close to a locomotive
Seasons of suffering
Continually coming
Although I be running
Sometimes in anger cursing
Always hating and resisting
Such precarious modern world and measures
Yet within my suspicion is a treasure
A far greater weight of God's glory
Therefore He applies divine pressure
To transformation my perverse character
To rewrite my mean enthusiasm story
To add integrity once I don't care
To tender me order philosophical within
When I want to yank out my hair
To tranquil my nerves, hush the storms
Help a suspicion that is mangy and forlorn
To ascension my quintessence once I consistency close to a worm
To boost my bosom once I craving to depart
To status my spirit and clear me whole
To regenerate to me what the prince of darkness has stole
Seasons of distress not e'er as they seem
For in being God is great once He seems mean
Nevertheless once you revise the life lessons
He's endeavoring to teach and teach
In the end you shall enjoy yourself and be inclusive.
Therefore succumb to your celestial Father
Your far-flung heart, filthy hands, and frail feet.
When you solon and inhabit in the Lord God Almighty
Truly you can't be whip as He breaks cycles of beat.