If only God would spare my misery,
I’d be in a better place.
If only God would shower me with adoration,
I could walk in glorious delight.
If only God would give me all that I ask,
I would not have to experience suffering or wrath.
If only God worked the way I deem fit,
My life would play out, my days perfectly spent.
My Lord, I cry out
You shoulder my burdens
You carry my load.
You bring me low
So my spirit can grieve
You bring me low, upon my knees.
I’m a spoiled one,
Who is never satisfied!
I think I know what’s best
But His spirit will not hide.
He has a greater victory.