I Will Praise
The rain will whip, the wind will blow,
I shall be buffeted below.
But as I fall, my hands will raise,
And I will praise, and I will praise.
Though monsters may my mind infest
And tear the heart out from my chest,
Let them assault the piercing days.
For I will praise, and yet will praise.
Let fire fill my life, and burn
Me into smoke and cinder. Churn
My sorrowed heart. Set me ablaze!
Still I will praise, still I will praise!
Give me the fate I fear to face
And cast me from my treasured place.
My faith is fixed. I trust His ways.
And I will praise, and ever praise!
– s. Clark