Poetry And Praise- When It All Gets Too Much
When It All Gets Too MuchWhen it all gets too much
I feel as though I'm drowning
In an ocean of despair,
I'm gasping for air.When it all gets too much
I find myself crying out
But no one seems to hear
Or even seem to care.
When it all gets too much
It's like I'm silently screaming,Begging and pleading;
For there must be some other way.
When it all gets too much
I wonder how I will make
It through another day.When it all gets too much
I cry until my eyes are sore,
I cry until I can cry no more.
When it all gets too muchThe pain, it brings me to my knees.
When it all gets too much
I begin to pray for a better day.
When it all gets too much-
My despair, at the cross I lay.
When it all gets too much
I stand and praise my risen King,
For I know that I have been redeemed.
When it all gets too much,
Reign sovereign over my situation-
My Lord, my shield, and my salvation.
When it all gets too much,I adorn with praise;
My Father of the nations,
My Father of the nations,
For I know that I am dearly loved
With a love that comforts
When it all gets too much.
(c) Emily Ruth 2011
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