Know your pain,
And get ready to feel it.
‘Cause until you do,
You’ll find no way to heal it.
Holding hope hostage,
Our pain guards the way,
A constant obstruction,
With nothing to say.
Until we can step up,
And take it all on,
Pain won’t move for us,
Same hurdle, new dawn.
Wordlessly standing on top of that hill,
He’ll test you if you’ve got the will.

This is the sorrow and the pain we need.
This the brokenness that makes us whole.
This is the soreness of our growing strength.
This is the cost of change.

When we’re young,
We’re taught to run from it.
So we never push limits,
Don’t reach for the summit.
Comfort is good,
And blindly we seek it,
But what good is comfort,
If we lose life to keep it?
Pain is a teacher,
Of body and mind.
We feel it, we learn it,
We store it inside.
And when we move forward and try it again,
We’ve now got a much thicker skin.

This is the sorrow and the pain we need.
This the brokenness that makes us whole.
This is the soreness of our growing strength.
This is the cost of change.