The World's Wronged Me

The world’s wronged me, I hear me say, And my faith has begun to fray. I wonder where God's presence lies, And why He seems to turn a blind eye. I've cried out in my pain and doubt, But have yet to hear His answer shout. But I won't lose hope and despair, For God is always there. He sees the suffering, the pain, the tears, And wipes each one in turn with care. So I’m patient, though it's hard to bear, For God will show me He's always there. Though my faith may waver, weak and thin, God will make my trust grow, within. For though I can't see Him, He is near, With comfort, peace, and tender care. So I hold, even though it's tough, For God will carry me with His love. I’ll see that though the world is bleak, God's grace is more than I can seek. He'll wipe my tears and calm my fears, And show me He's been there all these years. So I'll keep my head up, take a breath.