How can I stand under the weight of life?
I do not understand the way of it all.
This grip that holds me up against the down.
Hands unseen that hold my life, my breath.
The God that formed me now keeps me formed.
My father who lays now in the bed of affliction.
A father no less in the hands of the Father.
This good Father who gives and takes away.
Will I praise Him only in the giving I enjoy?
To then curse Him when I don't so easily understand?
If my understanding were the limit of God, He is no god.
But I stand not in my self, but by grace.
My Father too has given my father grace.
This Father of grace holds my father in life.
And a gracious Father holds my father beyond death.
He gives and He takes away, blessed be His name!
In this name I pray, please Father give today.
For Your will not mine is not easy to live, once easily said.