Winds of adversity blow savagely,
As injustice, death, and sickness,
Come galloping in full swiftness,
Into my life of trouble and agony.
Do personal sufferings on earth,
Famines, wars, and earthquakes,
Arise as the wrathful retribution,
From You, Me, or the Adversary?
Beseiged with sneer and scorn,
Often I am rejected and snubbed,
At times, ignored and disregarded,
Even by my beloved folks and friends.
Then You blaze in splendor,
Through my life's adversities,
I know You are doing this for me,
Not something You're doing to me.
With my dull and rusty sword,
I bravely join the deadly fray,
To free the slaves of tyranny,
And those condemned by men.
Together with Your Son who had said:
'Let not My will, but Thine be done, '
All my sufferings are worthwhile,
With eternal mark of God's Glory!
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