Constant Sorrow...

Forgive me, I’m not

A woman of constant sorrow.

I count my blessings

Each new tomorrow.

It’s not that I haven’t

Felt tremendous pain,

It’s just that thinking of it

Gives me nothing to gain.

I know our world

Is full of great trouble

And I’m not ignoring it

Or living in a bubble.

I have my thoughts

And I have my fears

I’ve cried my fair share

Of heart-wrenching tears.

But I always get up

And seek out the sun

The rainclouds have left,

And a new day’s begun.

There is no joy

In remembering my woes,

Or sharing my suffering

Or counting my foes.

There is joy is to be had

In each new dawning day

And Faith, Hope and Trust

Guide me on my way.