Father of Resilience

In the throes of dismay
I couldn’t see through
I couldn’t imagine the pain
From a birds’-eye view
I underestimated
The things You can do.

I repent.
I exalt You. I yield to You.

I’m still en route
And the journey is hard.
I’m still alone,
Stretched thin and on guard,
Publicly condemned,
Mocked and discarded
My vulnerabilities ridiculed;
Any strengths disregarded

But you establish my humble steps
And keep me from snare and stumble.

You lead me through a foreign wilderness
In more than tenderness,

By the light of Your great hope.