My Sweet Children

In your pain I will abide
In your glory I will ride
You’ll carry me forward
You’ll put me in the ground
My shadows they are yours
I’ve wrestled them too.
The pain, it is inherent
The struggle, it is the gift
The question, it is the answer
The burden, it never lifts.
Find joy in the sorrow
Find life in the lamb.
You are blessed my children,
You are riding through the storm.