I’d rather have pain than porosis (hardness)
It’s better to hurt than be hard
If I would be formed in His image
Like Him I'll be bruised and be scarred

Since my Lord was made perfect through suffering
Then even in this let me share
Taste His grief, feel his pain through men's buffering
Till pride of self worth is laid bare

For stony hearts wince not at chastening
But scourgings make hearts of flesh bleed
And broken hearts yield to this mercy
While proud hearts stay blind to their need

Lord save me from vain love of comfort
And take from me my heart of stone
I know hearts of flesh know more suffering
But they also feel love like Your own

Not so long ago,

I was so very small.

I could barely sit up;

I couldn't even crawl.

I'd lay limp in my father's right arm

without worry of danger or thought of harm