Pain

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Pain

Ever had pain that turned the toes of your feet,
Aching in anguish without any relief?
Have tears come from your eyes, people wondering why?
Have you bound a tight fist, and hoped the pain would subside?

Have you cried out to doctors, healing people - why?
Some don’t seem to grasp you can no longer try.
Have you cried out to God begging for help?
Ever run dry of tears to show your tormented self?

Did you think you’d be stronger because of the pain?
Your might encumbered by rampant vile rain.
The cold hand of death evading sure gain,
It is God's will, pain's passage engaged.

See what those around you could not understand.
That pain holds with fervor your mind's sprawling land.
Remember you’ll win, not even pain can withstand,
Your might is you, pain and you have held hands.

Your might is you,
Pain and you have held hands.