Through It All
by Barbara Philbrook

Through the sorrow of an aching heart,
as each of those I loved had to depart.
Through the discomfort and agony,
as I faced each new dreaded surgery.

Through the trials and utter despair,
in a life that did not always seem fair.
Through the torment rendered by others,
some even thought to be Christian Brothers.

Through physical pain beyond compare,
many times feeling there was no one to care.
Through darkness fear and self degradation,
He's brought me through in a state of elation.

No matter what has been my daily fate,
Jesus always is there and He's never late.
Through it all 'twas His strength helped me to stand,
He never withheld His loving hand.

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