Still God In The Midst Of Pain Poem by Frank McEleny

Can I suffer through the pain
Can I love Him in the flames
Will you come and hold me up
When life has come and filled my cup

When my weary soul begins to tire
I find my Lord in the midst of fire
Oh Lord take me a little higher
And my Lord He lifts me up

Will I make it till the end
Not without my Lord and friend
Oh Lord of wounds and stripes and pain
Shield me from the pouring rain

When my weary soul begins to tire
I find my Lord in the midst of fire
My Lord and God take me higher
And my Lord lifts me up

When all of life becomes too much
I desperately need to feel your touch
Oh Lord consume me with your power
And raise me up to your high tower

When my weary soul begins to tire
I find my Lord in the midst of fire
Oh Lord my God take me higher
And my Lord lifts me up

And when the race is finally won
And this world gives way to the eternal Son
You dear Lord were faithful and true
It was by your hand that I got through

When my weary soul begins to tire
I find my Lord in the midst of fire
Oh Lord and God take me higher
And my Lord lifts me up