His Ways and Our Ways

White hot pain envelopes me:
 Tendon pulling free of my leg.
Stumbling now, I sit and breath.
 I cry out to God now and beg.

Lord please heal me!
 Take away all this pain!
Set me free!

His ways and our ways
 Are seldom the same:
His plans are bigger than me.

Try a splint; the pain still grows.
 The tears start to stream down my face.
I want to quit, but all I know:
 I’ve got to get out of this place.

Lord please heal me!
 Take away all this pain!
Set me free!

His ways and our ways
 Are seldom the same:
His plans are bigger than me.

Have no choice, must change my gait,
 Rely on my walking stick now.
I know this pain won’t go away.
 To leave I must fight my way out.

Lord please heal me!
 Take away all this pain!
Set me free!

His ways and our ways
 Are seldom the same:
His plans are bigger than me.

See the end, my hope is raised.
 Fear now is gone: the end is here.
Pain lives on, but God be praised!
 Victory shows He’s always near.

Lord please heal me!
 Take away all this pain!
Set me free!

His ways and our ways
 Are seldom the same:
His plans are bigger than me.