Through The Pain
(Deborah Taylor)

I prayed He'd take away the pain
But he never did
Instead He walked me through it
And held me like a kid

I couldn't see through all the rain
Pouring from these eyes
Then He took pity on me
And heard my mournful cries

 He led this blind child through it all
And gave me back my sight
He led me straight to His own Word
Gave me Peace through darkest night

 When it seemed that I had naught at all
He helped me rediscover
What I'd buried somewhere along my way
That He's my perfect Lover

 He sent angels with a purpose
They held me in their prayers
Poets not unlike myself
Who themselves had once been there

 Not one amongst them knew me
Yet they understood my cry
They read my poems, encouraged me
Now I again can fly

I can soar above the anguish
Because His Presence is ever near
Expressed through love of poets
These freinds I now hold dear

 So He didn't take away the pain
But shared each twang with me
And sent some loving hearts my way
To be the wind  beneath my wings