It's Needful

It’s bitter, it’s cold
It’s a switchblade knife
And as it unfolds
It can change our life
It’s painful, it’s needful
It’s beyond our control
Piercing the depths
Of our very soul

It’s torment, it’s a teacher
Without it we lack
The wisdom to nurture
As on it we look back
Its force can be crippling
When borne on our own
Unbearable enemy
If we walk alone

It respects no one
In its agony
But after it’s gone
It seems then we see
Without it we’re fickle
Selfish and apart
We must all bear this sickle
That slices the heart

But, if in its torment
We are not paralyzed
If, in its dark moment
We look to the skies
And call on the One
Who has borne every pain
Then our disappointments
Will not be in vain

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The Lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want. Ps. 23:1