I ask my God daily as He’s
Testing me constantly
For what deeper purpose do I serve if not to survive through pain and disappointment?
Testing me, I know I’m not alone
For I have strife and trials for He wishes for me to continue to a better day
He tests me as I’m assigned tasks and expectations.
She tests me
As I count my blessings
I note my residing angel for she protects and inspires me
She tests me and pulls me into a reality otherwise hard to swallow
This, I’ve been given then
It is love, I find
Given to me to pass along, I gather.
They test me
With false hope, saying,
“Perhaps you’ll like the rain elsewhere,
For it never changes or calms.”
Far beyond the tingling sensation in delicious strife
We’ll find even heaven’s peace may not be as so desired.
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