I’m well aware that I have
this fear of pain;
and i would despair
being in the valley of poverty.
I’m a stranger to suffering the loss,
the loss of the ones I love.
You’ve given me much.
You’ve sheltered me tight
and anchored me to the bank
of the river of your riches.
You are good,
oh, you are so good to me.
But when the bad days come,
would I still think of you well?