Why O heart are you in such Sorrows?

Why O heart are you in such sorrows?
This is what it means to follow
Christ through, the narrow path
Not the wide road that leads to wrath.
He told us, He would suffer many things
To die on the cross, and reconcile the world to Him
He was beaten and bruised, forsaken by all
Yet remained obedient and faithful to His glorious call.
Not even death on that cursed tree
A conquering will, He would not flee
For He knew it was; His destiny
To die on the cross, for sinners like me.
He now reigns, at the Father’s right hand
His glory so great none can withstand.
But here I am, just a piece of clay
Sustaining mercy and grace I need for the day.
Life has dealt me great stress and pain
When all have left me, You still remain.
I can’t imagine a day without the hope I have
I think of others who don’t have it, and how they’re sad.
How can one endure life by finite power?
Who’s there to help you, in your darker hour?
When the waves come crashing, against your tower
Or who will drench you with a grace and mercy shower?
I know of one who’s the King of all Kings
Gentle as a dove, and soars with great wings.
The Lord is my refuge and strength, whom shall I fear?
Who reaches out and brings me safely here.
The Christian life is one of great struggles
For you are not asked; to live in a bubble.
The only guarantees, He gives to me
Is that I will suffer for His glory.
Whether to be broken or beaten with my face to the ground
I do not stop for my prize is that crown
That never loses its’ glory or ever fades away
But remains on my head forever and a day.
He’s told me to take, up my cross and just go
To where I don’t know, His Spirit will show.
He takes me in a boat, and says, “Row”
But it’s so hard because I feel the wind blow.
It’s not to my back, but right in my face
It knocks me around and puts me in place.
The wind makes the waves crash against this vessel
Weary and tired, I go to God and wrestle
For my safety, to get through the storm
And mold me like Christ so I will conform
To His will, wherever it may lead
It doesn’t matter whether I suffer or bleed.
Whether I suffer, or my life is destroyed
I count it all loss, and suffering as joy.
To know Christ is gain, and the world as rubbish
I would not fear, if those words were published.
My time may come, to an end anytime
How precious to know that Jesus is mine.
There’s a reason behind this suffering I know
One day God will let me bestow
Upon great mysteries too wonderful to see
But held there in Heaven unfolded for me.