What a friend we have in Jesus.
Please don’t tell me that everything happens for a reason.
Cause if there was always a reason, then there would be more healin’.
If cancer was the plan – then why am I still reelin’?
This pain’s not going away – it’s not just here for a season.
They say you are a mighty God – so why did she stop breathin’?
I prayed and prayed and Prayed and PRAYED that you would give this some meanin’
But there she lay.
Tumor in the brain.
My tears pour like rain.
Calling out a name,
When she wasn’t moaning.
Calling out a name,
When she wasn’t groaning.
Calling out a name she didn’t know – and it wasn’t Jesus,
A friend for 75 years, and what good did that do her?
What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and grief to bear.
So I lay next to her.
I hold her hand next to her.
I stroke her hair next to her.
I read the Psalms next to her.
I pray to God next to her.
I stop and sing next to her:
What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.
Please don’t tell me everything happens for a reason.
But this love we share – it will always have meaning.
This love we share – Eternity is its season.
The Fat Pastor 