Hello, my name is Trouble
I've
got troubles of my own
Believers
are making me grumble
Their
endurance is making me groan
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
The
holy people of the Holy Bible
Believe
all things work out for good
My
threats of death, they call great gain
Things
ain't working out like they should
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
But
they don’t stay down
They're
learning to persevere
Success
is becoming elusive
My
defeat's becoming severe
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
Through
prayer they're even stronger
By
faith they're able to stand
Through
pain they're persistent longer
Sometimes
I wonder who I am
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
This
backfiring's getting’ way too old
I'm
tired and feeling used
These
Christians are gettin’ way too bold
Benefittin’
from my abuse
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
This
thing they call salvation
Has
ruined it all for me
It’s
made all my destruction
Become
temporary
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
The
worst part of their celebration
Is
the worst of it all for me
The
worst of this devastation
Is
I caused it at Calvary
I’ve
got troubles
Trouble’s
got the blues
This
poem was written in light of
1 CORINTHIANS 2:7-8 which says,
"But
we speak
the
wisdom of God in a mystery,
the
hidden wisdom which God ordained
before
the ages for our glory,
which
none of the rulers of this age knew;
for
had they known,
they
would not have
crucified
the Lord of glory."
