Where was God when my wife died

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This is partly to apologize to any posters who I upset before I abruptly stopped posting last December. I think I took out some of my frustration and pain at CAF. Sorry.

My wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, and underwent an operation followed by chemo, but sadly took a turn for the worse last Christmas and died in February. I miss her lots.

Our local Catholic priest is new in town, and the first time we met was when I asked him to officiate at the funeral. His dad was very ill at the time and we got wet-eyed together. He said he will do any kind of rite, not just Christian, to help the loved ones of the departed, and offered either the town church or the local village chapel. I told him of my wife’s wish for a simple Baptist service. We sang psalm 23 in English as she had wanted: “Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale / Yet will I fear no ill / For Thou art with me, and Thy rod / And staff my comfort still.

Neither the priest nor the nuns in the hospital offered any proofs about why God allows suffering, or if there is such a place as heaven, or even whether God exists. Those kinds of apologetic might be popular on CAF but turn out to be irrelevant in the face of death. All that matters then is the simple intuition, for which no proof is possible or asked, “Thou art with me”.

Please feel free to discuss any of the above. (It will also help me at this time. :))
 
This is partly to apologize to any posters who I upset before I abruptly stopped posting last December. I think I took out some of my frustration and pain at CAF. Sorry.

My wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, and underwent an operation followed by chemo, but sadly took a turn for the worse last Christmas and died in February. I miss her lots.

Our local Catholic priest is new in town, and the first time we met was when I asked him to officiate at the funeral. His dad was very ill at the time and we got wet-eyed together. He said he will do any kind of rite, not just Christian, to help the loved ones of the departed, and offered either the town church or the local village chapel. I told him of my wife’s wish for a simple Baptist service. We sang psalm 23 in English as she had wanted: “Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale / Yet will I fear no ill / For Thou art with me, and Thy rod / And staff my comfort still.

Neither the priest nor the nuns in the hospital offered any proofs about why God allows suffering, or if there is such a place as heaven, or even whether God exists. Those kinds of apologetic might be popular on CAF but turn out to be irrelevant in the face of death. All that matters then is the simple intuition, for which no proof is possible or asked, “Thou art with me”.

Please feel free to discuss any of the above. (It will also help me at this time. :))
Hi inocente,

I am so sorry for your loss. I have not suffered a loss such as yours yet. I can only imagine what it would be like.

I am wondering how you came about requesting a Catholic priest to officiate at the funeral? I see from your profile that you are Baptist.

I will remember you and your wife at mass today.

God bless and Pax tecum,
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My wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, and underwent an operation followed by chemo, but sadly took a turn for the worse last Christmas and died in February. I miss her lots.



Neither the priest nor the nuns in the hospital offered any proofs about why God allows suffering, …
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I got up from bed as I couldn’t sleep, which is why I’m on the forum at this time. Basically I was angry with God at what I believe to be gross unfairness in my own life, particularly in the vocational area.

I haven’t lost my wife, but I have lost all my direct family members (father, mother, sister). My sister died of leukemia in 2005, aged 45. For me it wasn’t unexpected as I’d previously had a wise prophetic pastor who said to me, literally, “I think your sister mightn’t live very long.” And I’m pretty sure he mentioned leukemia.

So I wasn’t surprised. That didn’t make it easier, but at least the prognosis didn’t come as a shock. In fact i was almost expecting it.

I don’t really have the answer to suffering or why God is unfair. And the fact He’s unfair to a lot of people on this life. You get people like the Kardashians who get huge amounts of money for doing stuff all, while other people starve to death in third world countries, or spend their entire lives in refugee camps.

I get a bit tired of having to defend God all the time in the face of this obvious unfairness. He’s big enough to take care of Himself.

To quote a more personal example, I once shared digs with a young bloke who had alcohol foetal syndrome (his mother was alcoholic and he looked a bit like he had Downs Syndrome). But through the guidance of the same old pastor above he went from being a kid sleeping in park toilets due to his parents’ alcoholism, who was arrested by the state with his two brothers. He and one brother were put in a Boy’s Home, which was a cruel place (run by the Anglican Church this time), and put out at the age of 15 with no real prospects, no family, no home, no sense of belonging anywhere, limited intelligence, limited education etc.

But due to the pastor’s guidance, he persevered with a mundane job most of us would have hated; he eventually owned his own home, and retired in his mid 50’s or earllier, due to frugal living and putting a lot of money into superannuation.

Yet all the time he still had this sense of God.

His brother however, almost a twin, who was in the Boys Home with him, died at the age of about 23, when his remains were found washed up on a farm fence. I think he took shelter under a bridge to get away from flooding rains, but the floods caught him.

He never had a chance. Was God fair to him? No way in the world!

Now this next bit is private revelation, so you can do what you like with it.

At one stage i had a brief vision, and I think it may have been him. I only met him once that I can recall personally. But he seemed to have died, and some frightful looking creatures were approaching him. He was in fear. But just then a being of light (for lack of a better word) appeared and said to them, “Leave him alone!” They shrank back and disappeared. Then he turned to the young bloke, and said, “I haven’t been fair to you at all!”

And that was pretty much it. The scene disappeared.

Take it or leave it. But I think in the long run, we’ll have to wait for death before real justice is revealed. I mean if we’d been the disciples and watched Christ being arrested, scourged and crucified, we’d have somewhat cynical about God’s justice.

Until Christ came back to life. But He had to die first - unjustly. And unfairly.

I notice you mention nuns in the hospital, so I’m wondering if your wife was in a Catholic hospital or hospice, and that’s how you met the priest, even though you’re Baptist.

I’ve been Protestant, and even today I went to my wife’s Baptist Church. I went to mass later tonight at my own church (one of three in our parish). One thing I’ve noticed is that Protestants tend to emphasise the glorified risen Christ, whereas Catholics tend to emphasise the suffering dying Christ.

In this world, Christ suffered and died, so I suppose the short (and no doubt not very useful) answer to your question is that as Christians we are expected to suffer and die with Christ in this world. And like Christ, be resurrected and glorified in the next.

Meanwhile, I’ve yet to read any book or thesis that adequately addresses the problem of the immense amount of suffering in this world, not only by humans by also by animals, the environment, the ecology of the planet, and society.

In particular, I’ve yet to seen anything that addresses the issue of unfairness.

My wise old pastor said that too - “He (God) is unfair to a lot of people”. And that’s a fact.

I suppose it boils down to the nitty gritty of whether we’re going to continue to trust Him in the face of all this unfairness. That’s where real faith comes in - it’s not just an intellectual assent to believe God exists.

Meanwhile I’m no closer to solving my frustration with vocational issues (or the lack of them) and you’re probably no closer to finding out where God was when your wife died.

What I think her death might do is to get you to think and read more about suffering in general, and perhaps provide a balance to the Protestant tendency to glorify the risen Christ, and soft pedal the suffering Christ.

Anyway that’s my very early morning response when I couldn’t sleep. Before I went to bed, I sat up late and watched the Australian Hockey team defeat the Netherlands in the Hockey World Cup, beamed direct by satellite, with teh Dutch royal family in the grand stand. Great for the Australian hockey team! But then there are thousands of refugees streaming out of Mosul in Iraq. Who cares about them?

Would you say that’s fair?
 
My condolences on your loss. At my mother’s funeral some of the attendants felt they had to say something meaningful to me, or give a long hug. I had to be polite and hear them until they were finished. It was annoying as I felt I was forced to console THEM. Words are irrelevant indeed in the face of death, as you say. At a funeral, it’s just a question of being there, discreetly and with few words, the mourners will appreciate that.
 
This is partly to apologize to any posters who I upset before I abruptly stopped posting last December. I think I took out some of my frustration and pain at CAF. Sorry.

My wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, and underwent an operation followed by chemo, but sadly took a turn for the worse last Christmas and died in February. I miss her lots.

Our local Catholic priest is new in town, and the first time we met was when I asked him to officiate at the funeral. His dad was very ill at the time and we got wet-eyed together. He said he will do any kind of rite, not just Christian, to help the loved ones of the departed, and offered either the town church or the local village chapel. I told him of my wife’s wish for a simple Baptist service. We sang psalm 23 in English as she had wanted: “Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale / Yet will I fear no ill / For Thou art with me, and Thy rod / And staff my comfort still.

Neither the priest nor the nuns in the hospital offered any proofs about why God allows suffering, or if there is such a place as heaven, or even whether God exists. Those kinds of apologetic might be popular on CAF but turn out to be irrelevant in the face of death. All that matters then is the simple intuition, for which no proof is possible or asked, “Thou art with me”.

Please feel free to discuss any of the above. (It will also help me at this time. :))
Almost everyone has suffered the loss of a loved one, I have been widowed twice, (at age 25 and 45) have lost 2 children, both parents and 2 brothers. Death is a part of life on this earth and age knows no respect. Our Lord died for us. The best thing anyone could say to me was, I will pray for you and your loved one." I held tight to Our Blessed Mother as she understands grief too. God will see you through your suffering and pain will gradually be replaced by wonderful memories. I love looking at old pictures of my husbands and the kids. (9 altogether). I thank GOD every day for my Catholic Faith and the knowledge and love to pray for them. I know they pray for us. I am at the age where I am looking forward to seeing them again, I’m in no hurry, but whatever the Lord wills. Trust in HIM as HE knows the long and the short of it all. I love the poem. “Weaving.” God Bless, Memaw
 
Welcome back inocente.

I do not have a proof on the problem of suffering for you, nor I think does anyone. Theodicies and “defenses” are purely for academics.

You and your wife will be in my prayers.
 
inocente, I’m so sorry for your loss. When your life is bound up in love with someone and they are torn away so suddenly there are lots of jagged edges to heal.

25 years ago I had a stillborn son and part of my shock was why God allowed this to happen to me because I had made a concerted effort all my life to be a good Catholic girl, avoiding sin and being devoted. It lead me to have a great anger at Him and for the only time in my life I stopped going to Mass for 6 months. I was very defiant too. I felt like I was hurting Him back by not going.

During that time I sat in my kitchen and began to read the Bible from the beginning trying to find answers. It took me 4 months of hours and hours every day reading. I had to skim read some of the books. I don’t think it was a good theological exercise but it did become obvious to me that people have been shaking their fist at God and asking this same question since day dot. Most of the time that wailing and knashing of teeth is a necessary journey for a deeper more obedient and wiser love for God than was imaginable.

One of my favourite movie scenes is the one in Forrest Gump when Lieutenant Dan is raging at God from the deck of the shrimp boat in the storm. Then in the morning when the seas are calm and the sun is shining he is floating in the water having made his peace with God through the tempest.

You will eventually come through the storm too and even though you may not get the answers to the worlds sufferings… you’ll no longer be wracked by the meaningless of it all.

God bless. Journey well.
 
This is partly to apologize to any posters who I upset before I abruptly stopped posting last December. I think I took out some of my frustration and pain at CAF. Sorry.

My wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, and underwent an operation followed by chemo, but sadly took a turn for the worse last Christmas and died in February. I miss her lots.

Our local Catholic priest is new in town, and the first time we met was when I asked him to officiate at the funeral. His dad was very ill at the time and we got wet-eyed together. He said he will do any kind of rite, not just Christian, to help the loved ones of the departed, and offered either the town church or the local village chapel. I told him of my wife’s wish for a simple Baptist service. We sang psalm 23 in English as she had wanted: “Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale / Yet will I fear no ill / For Thou art with me, and Thy rod / And staff my comfort still.

Neither the priest nor the nuns in the hospital offered any proofs about why God allows suffering, or if there is such a place as heaven, or even whether God exists. Those kinds of apologetic might be popular on CAF but turn out to be irrelevant in the face of death. All that matters then is the simple intuition, for which no proof is possible or asked, “Thou art with me”.

Please feel free to discuss any of the above. (It will also help me at this time. :))
I am sorry for your loss, it surely is difficult to lose a spouse.

That was nice of the priest to officiate at your wife’s funeral, and, according to her wishes sing Psalm 23 in English.

When we focus on the Death and Resurrection of Our Lord Jesus Christ, it helps us through the time of mourning. This life is short, and our goal is to be with the Lord starting now, and then into the joy of eternity with Him.

My husband died fifteen years ago, also of cancer. He had a very happy death surrounded by our eight children, (all adults) who traveled from various states in the U.S. What made it so joyous was that he had resisted being wholeheartedly in the faith for many years, and when he was diagnosed with cancer he thought a lot more about faith.

A lot of his resistance had to do with no catechesis, or very little, when he was a child. It all worked out wonderfully with much prayer, and the help of friends’ prayers as well. A few months before his death he went to confession of his own volition, and from then on came to Mass every Sunday with me. He died a few weeks later, as I described above, with all of our children there. We prayed together and played his favorite hymn, “On Eagle’s Wings”.

I wanted to share all that to show how much prayer from family and friends helped. I hope that something I said was of help.

May the Lord be with you in a special way during this time of sadness!
 
This is partly to apologize to any posters who I upset before I abruptly stopped posting last December. I think I took out some of my frustration and pain at CAF. Sorry.

My wife was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, and underwent an operation followed by chemo, but sadly took a turn for the worse last Christmas and died in February. I miss her lots.

Our local Catholic priest is new in town, and the first time we met was when I asked him to officiate at the funeral. His dad was very ill at the time and we got wet-eyed together. He said he will do any kind of rite, not just Christian, to help the loved ones of the departed, and offered either the town church or the local village chapel. I told him of my wife’s wish for a simple Baptist service. We sang psalm 23 in English as she had wanted: “Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale / Yet will I fear no ill / For Thou art with me, and Thy rod / And staff my comfort still.

Neither the priest nor the nuns in the hospital offered any proofs about why God allows suffering, or if there is such a place as heaven, or even whether God exists. Those kinds of apologetic might be popular on CAF but turn out to be irrelevant in the face of death. All that matters then is the simple intuition, for which no proof is possible or asked, “Thou art with me”.

Please feel free to discuss any of the above. (It will also help me at this time. :))
A Grief Observed is a non-fiction reflection from author and theologian C.S. Lewis on the process of grieving for his wife, who died of cancer after three years of marriage. He keeps a journal throughout the months immediately following and very candidly describes his resulting anger and bewilderment at God, his observations of his impressions of life and his world without her, and his process of moving in and out of stages of grieving and remembering her. He ultimately comes to a revolutionary redefinition of his own characterization of God, and gains the ability to live gratefully for the gift of a true love as long as he was enrolled in that particular education.

The book is often compared to another book by Lewis, The Problem of Pain, written approximately twenty years before A Grief Observed. The Problem of Pain seeks to provide theory behind the pain in the world. A Grief Observed is the reality of the theory in The Problem of Pain. It was more difficult to apply the theories he posited to a pain with which he was so intimately involved. At first it is hard for Lewis to see the reason of his theories amidst the anguish of his wife’s death but through the book one can see the gradual reacceptance of these theories, the reacceptance of the necessity of suffering.

Lewis’ difficulty is specifically reflected in the following passage from the book: “Is anything more certain than that in all those vast times and spaces, if I were allowed to search them, I should nowhere find her face, her voice, her touch? She died. She is dead. Is the word so difficult to learn?” And Lewis’ ultimate resolution of his dilemma is in part articulated in the book, as follows: "I will not, if I can help it, shin up either the feathery or the prickly tree. Two widely different convictions press more and more on my mind. One is that the Eternal Vet is even more inexorable and the possible operations even more painful than our severest imaginings can forebode. But the other, that ‘all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well’. "

Perhaps reading these books will be a comfort to you now.
 
Everyone has suffered a great loss or will do so in their lifetime and at the very least will perhaps suffer and die themselves… atheists point out that a benevolent God would do away will all evil and all suffering. They say that because suffering exists and evil exists then there is no God. That God could or should do away with all evil and all suffering. Since he has the power to do so, then he should and IF He does not then He is an evil hateful God, which would contradict the notion that God is all good and love.

The problem is that God allows everyone free will and that necessarily means that some folks are free to choose things that may be hurtful to others. Plus He has put in place physical laws of nature that can create random acts of nature that may affect humans negatively )aka earthquakes, floods, storms etc. While it is within Gods power to control everything He does not… why because he did not create a robotic universe… He did not want mindless automatons that would always do exactly as they were programmed. Such a place would be useless and boring.

Also, pain and suffering promotes act of kindless, love and charity. They are opportunities for all humans to exhibit the qualities that God wants all of us to have.

There is a saying, when things are going great, God is whispering, when things are okay, God is speaking, when things are terrible, God is shouting. In effect when people are suffering or in pain, God is shouting to all of us, jump in and lend a helping hand…

When the disaster of 9-11 happened the world was in solidarity with messages of compassion and understanding… when the floods hit Indonesia, the world responded with aid. Some folks never pay attention unitil something awful happens. A lot of folks do not pay attention to God until they need Him… and why does God not respond every time ??? God is giving us the opportunity or responsibility to respond for Him or with Him

When people ask why is there pain and suffering in this world ? I used to say because this is earth NOT Heaven. Now I say, because it is an opportunity for us to show our love and compassion.
 
Of course only God knows the real answer as to why He intervenes in some situation and not in others. I can only offer my condolences as well. One of my classmates lost his spouse year ago and he did meet someone else and has a second family.

We are all destined for some limited amount of time on this earth. We need to look at the time that we were allowed to live and love and not focus on how short that time is. I can not imagine losing my wife at any age but I hope I will try to remember the great times and kids that we have not focus of what might have been.

My prayers are with you, and I am sure that God was with your wife when she died and I hope He will be with you and your family to help you through this. Sometimes there are no real reasonable answers to why, at least none that we have the wisdom to see.

The patroness of our parish, St Jane Frances De Chantal, became a nun after her husband passed away. I hope she will pray for you and your family as well.
 
I am so sorry for your loss. I have not suffered a loss such as yours yet. I can only imagine what it would be like.
Before she died I never appreciated that everyone who ever lived faces either dying first and leaving their partner alone, or else loosing their partner and being alone. Strange how we can fail to see what’s right in front of us.
*I am wondering how you came about requesting a Catholic priest to officiate at the funeral? I see from your profile that you are Baptist. *
We moved to Spain many years ago, and here there are very few non-Catholic places of worship. There are funeral homes, but they are secular and there is no sense of the presence of God or of a rite of passage.
*I will remember you and your wife at mass today. *
Thank you, that was very kind.
 
I got up from bed as I couldn’t sleep, which is why I’m on the forum at this time. Basically I was angry with God at what I believe to be gross unfairness in my own life, particularly in the vocational area.

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Thanks for your thoughtful post Bob. I couldn’t quote it in full due to that 6,000 character rule, but hopefully have answered all your points. You’ve seen some suffering, my heart goes out to you.

You’re right that it’s very hard to understand why we suffer. People have come up with lots of answers but imho none of them are much use. But maybe we don’t need an answer - the Good Samaritan needs to give the wounded guy first aid, and a book of theories about why God lets thieves beat up and rob people wouldn’t help him.

I guess the moral is that we need compassion, not theories. Or that’s how it seems to me. Today at any rate.

When she was diagnosed with cancer, my wife said we’d have to “take it on the chin”. She was very stoical, she believed in keeping the different parts of the soul in harmony. I just went to pieces.

Your impression that “Protestants tend to emphasise the glorified risen Christ, whereas Catholics tend to emphasise the suffering dying Christ” - I think I’m probably somewhere in the middle. “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” To me that means that if you (Bob Crowley) were the only person on Earth, Jesus would still have died for you, to redeem you alone. So to me the Cross is personal, Jesus is the Unknown Soldier, the very best in each of us and then some, if that makes any kind of sense.

We moved to Spain many years ago, and here there are some nuns in every hospital, or at least in all the hospitals I’ve visited. They are nurses or technicians, members of staff with a slightly different uniform.

I like what your wise old pastor said “He (God) is unfair to a lot of people”. I don’t like excuses for why life is so hard for some and so easy for others. It just is, that’s life, and we can’t make life better until we acknowledge that. As you say, it’s not fair that the people of Mosul suddenly find themselves having to run for their lives. I can get angry about that, but I can’t really get angry with God. I mean, as Santa Teresa (almost) said, He can’t change can He? 🙂

Maybe some of my wife’s stoicism has rubbed off on me.

Btw, what did you mean about “vocational issues (or the lack of them)?” Send me a pm if you want to get it off your chest.
 
My condolences on your loss. At my mother’s funeral some of the attendants felt they had to say something meaningful to me, or give a long hug. I had to be polite and hear them until they were finished. It was annoying as I felt I was forced to console THEM. Words are irrelevant indeed in the face of death, as you say. At a funeral, it’s just a question of being there, discreetly and with few words, the mourners will appreciate that.
Thanks for your condolences. My wife toyed with having “Walking on Sunshine” played at the end of the funeral to change the mood, but decided it would be cheesy. I ordered lots of flowers and we each put one on her casket instead.
 
Btw, what did you mean about “vocational issues (or the lack of them)?” Send me a pm if you want to get it off your chest.
Basically the lack of a formal career or trade. I have been given hints about “writing”, but I’ve also copped a lot of frustration over the years from other people, which basically have shafted any chance of what might be called a “career”.

I admit I should be “writing”, but I’ve been dragging my feet. God’s been so discouraging and humiliating for so long (as per the general tenor of my post above) that I don’t like Him much, and as a consequence I don’t rush into what I probably should be doing.

Oh, don’t get me wrong - God’s there all right. I’ve had too many “spiritual” experiences not to believe that. And I’ve got better reason than most to believe in judgement - I’ve often written on this forum that the night my own father died he appeared in my room. He materialised near the bedroom door; we argued and conversed, and at the end he gave this terrifying scream, and it was obvious something was coming for him.

Then he just disappeared.

I don’t remember dreams, but I can remember almost word for word what we said that night, and that was 35 years ago. So there is both life after death, and judgement.

But what I still don’t accept, or find easy to accept, is the gross unfairness meted out to people in this life. Some almost breeze through - others suffer every day for their entire lives.

And as I said, nobody has come close to offering an adequate explanation that I know about.
 
Almost everyone has suffered the loss of a loved one, I have been widowed twice, (at age 25 and 45) have lost 2 children, both parents and 2 brothers. Death is a part of life on this earth and age knows no respect. Our Lord died for us. The best thing anyone could say to me was, I will pray for you and your loved one." I held tight to Our Blessed Mother as she understands grief too. God will see you through your suffering and pain will gradually be replaced by wonderful memories. I love looking at old pictures of my husbands and the kids. (9 altogether). I thank GOD every day for my Catholic Faith and the knowledge and love to pray for them. I know they pray for us. I am at the age where I am looking forward to seeing them again, I’m in no hurry, but whatever the Lord wills. Trust in HIM as HE knows the long and the short of it all. I love the poem. “Weaving.” God Bless, Memaw
God bless you, Memaw. I cannot know your grief but know your life must be filled with love. I found that poem thanks to google. It reminds me of the tapestry woven by Ecclesiastes “a time to be born and a time to die … a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance”. Which reminds me of Psalm 30 “You turned my mourning into dancing”. I agree with you, there are dark days, times of black despair, but there is also light.

As a friend says with impeccable logic: “everything will be alright in the end” means that if it’s not alright then it can’t be the end yet.
 
I am so sorry for your loss. You will be in my prayers.

I haven’t lost a loved one at an age where I remember the grief I went through, but I work in a hospital and witness on a weekly basis the pain some families are put through and it does leave you asking the questions such as you ask.

I don’t think any of us can know the answer for sure, I gain comfort from knowing that those who have passed are in the Lords hands. I trust in Him.

One of my favourite poems which I hope to have at my funeral one day is the following:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
 
Welcome back inocente.

I do not have a proof on the problem of suffering for you, nor I think does anyone. Theodicies and “defenses” are purely for academics.

You and your wife will be in my prayers.
Thank you! I agree there are no good answers. Except you reminded me of an old Alison Krauss/Union Station song which gives a pretty fine intuition:

*I’ve seen hard times and I’ve been told
There isn’t any wonder that I fall.
Why do we suffer, crossing off the years
There must be a reason for it all.

I’ve trusted in You, Jesus, to save me from my sin
Heaven is the place I call my home
But I keep on getting caught up in this world I’m living in
And Your voice it sometimes fades before I know.

Hurtin’ brings my heart to You, crying with my need
Depending on Your love to carry me.
The love that shed His blood for all the world to see
This must be the reason for it all.

Hurtin’ brings my heart to You, a fortress in the storm
When what I wrap my heart around is gone.
I give my heart so easily to the ruler of this world
When the one who loves me most will give me all.

In all the things that cause me pain You give me eyes to see
I do believe but help my unbelief
I’ve seen hard times and I’ve been told
There is a reason for it all.

youtube.com/watch?v=UWXNm9b6pKs*
 
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