Father, so many times life has been bitter to the taste,
The dryness of my desert painful - seemed such a waste,
The harshness of my trials drove me down to my knees,
Where often I cried out with desperate and tearful pleas,
Lord, too often life is bitter - painful to my untrained eye,
Many questions still left unanswered often wondering why,
I know there is Marah for the bitterness has touched my soul,
I'm hoping - trusting You for Elim where You'll make me whole,
Until my Elim comes whether in this life or in eternity to come,
Please never let me forget fromYou is where my peace comes from.
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