We must go Through it.
For reasons we do not know.
Through enemy lines, to victory
Through ignorance, to sympathy
Through depression, to empathy
Through confusion, to wisdom
Through pointless repetition,
Through ruthless competition
to mastery, to beauty, to fulfill our promise, our duty
Through sacrifice, to save
To life, Through grave
To rescue, Through fire
To grasp, though Through barbed wire
To realize we were not alone
Through the storm, to get home.
Through labor, now to birth
to learn of our faith’s worth
Through fear, and now we know its voice
has little power against our choice
to trust in He, who is strong
and woven in us like a song,
with it’s melody holding true
though in the storm, we pass Through
we used to flee! We used to run!…
but now we cross Through, and behold… The sun!
Christ went Through it, and was condemned
to walk Through torture at the hands of men
Through the city gates, down and then
Through the hours on the cross,
into the hands of death, and the loss
of the Father’s love, and down to hell
but Through it he crossed, and in hand he held
keys to give to you and me,
chains now fall, cells emptied!!
And still, He understands better than I ever knew,
the nature of this tempest that I journey Through.
And that at times, it’s all I can do
to believe, indeed, “Always, I’m with you.”
Bread in hand, Cup in the other
Evidence that we have a Brother
From this day, forever true,
Who went Through it, to go Through it…
With you.