How blessed we are through all the pain
That drives us to our knees,
That shows the weakness of our strength,
Proves Your sufficiency.
Through desparation, suffering
At last we see the truth:
We could not master our own fate --
That power lives in You.
How blessed we are through all the pain
That won't let us forget
This life is just a steppingstone;
You are not finished yet.
You left to build a place for us;
Why would we want to stay
And let the worries of this world
Steal our hearts away?
How blessed we are through all the pain,
The burden of our cross.
We take it up and journey on
Through Your own strength, in us.
We sing and pray through suffering,
Then others understand
That stubborn peace in perilous times
Comes from Your nail-scarred hands.