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At times when I feel at my lowest,
complaining how tough life can be.
Things that I want come their slowest.
There’s so much that I’ll never be.
Bills seem to come, never-ending.
Raising two kids all alone.
A life in such need of some mending.
Struggle seems all I’ve been shown.
Next thing, I find myself swimming.
The pool of self-pity, my hole.
Depression and misery brimming.
I question my burdening toll.
My thoughts turn from me onto Jesus.
Comparing my suffering to his.
The pain in my heart quickly eases.
I don’t know what suffering is.
I could not begin to imagine.
The pain that our Lord undertook.
My pain goes away with some scratchin.
But his pain could fill a whole book.
I imagined myself on that cross there.
Bleeding, and broken, and taunted.
Baked by the sun, I could feel his despair.
Now my life don’t seem that haunted.
I stayed on that cross for a while.
I tried to put myself there.
I let all his suff’ring compile.
Imagined his deep, deep despair.
From there, my life has a new meaning.
My troubles are greatly reduced.
I found through this spiritual cleaning,
my spirits are given a boost.
The heck with the things that I don’t have.
Thank God for the things that I do.
Although there is much that I won’t have,
there’s one thing I have, that is true.
I have the great gift of salvation.
My life is a gain, not a loss.
A joyous and new celebration,
when looking at life from the cross.