Wounded

I try to live a Godly life,
But flesh gets in the way
It drags me down in bitter strife
Oh, help me, God, I pray

It seems old friends are enemies
It seems that no one cares
My heart feels hard and callused
From all the pain it bears

Sorrow is my only friend
Its friendship, cold and grey
The only friend I ever had
That didn't fade away

Why does my heart still feel the pain
Of these deep-cutting wounds?
When will my heart sing, once again,
Joy's sweet and gentle tunes?

I find no joy in living here
On this old sin-cursed earth
I cannot help but rue the day
That I was given birth

If I should die tomorrow
One thing I'd have to say
"I thank You so, my precious Lord,
For calling me today!"