"Pain"
I realize you might leave me
Here's flowers for things lost
Prepared to lose everything
One must even lose one's life
All little things saved for later
The hard times are coming
Whatever comes I'll weather it
And even if it kills me
I'll hold fast to my principles
A Boat in a weary storm
We are putting these things into practice
We are learning to suffer
I, I am filled with pain
In Jesus' Name,
Amen