The Problem of Pain

I can't understand why everything falls apart.

I can't comprehend why anything falls at all.

And I can't begin to pick the pieces off the floor.

Oh, I won't pretend to think that I know what they're for.

The problem of pain feels like it's unsolvable.

Hurt seems to define what it means to be alive.

We leave love behind when we are living to survive.

We've had a million plans to bring about a state of change.

But time and time again things always turn out just the same.

The problem of pain feels like it's unsolvable.

'Cause every time I cry for help I find that I am by myself. I'm left without another choice but to believe the still small voice that whispers - though it stays unseen - and tells me I may be made free if only I will dare to dream and - in the darkness - dare belief.

And I'm free. And I'm free.

The problem of pain feels like it's unsolvable.

But...

The power of grace is that it's unstoppable.

And I'm free.