It’s hard for me to say
Or describe what I feel
Though I’m physically better,
It does take time to heal.

It all began with me
And a thoughtless inspiration
Which caused an injury
And cut off my respiration.

On Thursday night, I flew
To a hospital to stay
But I don’t remember much,
You see, they knocked me out that day.

I woke on Friday evening—
Two fractures in my skull.
Alarmed, I prayed to God who yet
I knew was in control.

Sunday came, and in its wake
I learned to walk alone.
That afternoon, a miracle:
They told me to go home.

Though the Lord heals quickly,
It is hard to be content
With life the way I live it now,
So full of such dissent.

I struggle in my heart
As I think of everything
That I cannot do this year,
Though I planned so many things.

I cannot run, I cannot jump,
I cannot even dance.
Depressing, right? It makes me see
My summer at a glance:

No reading books for long hours,
No staring at a screen.
Such things would give my head an ache,
As nice as they might seem.

Of course, it’s only for my good,
S just sit back and rest.
Get bored, be glum but don’t do much—
I know…it’s for the best.

Inside, my heart rebels,
Fr I cannot stand restraints.
My mind is overwhelmed,
Filled with dozens of complaints.

At points I say I’m happy,
And I actually think it, too,
But always deep inside
I feel a hurt that’s all too true.

A throbbing ache inside my heart
Begins to weary me;
My scars have chained me to the floor,
And I cannot break free.

One day I sat and typed these words"
“My life is very sad.”
Then suddenly it hit me hard
Life's really not that bad.

My head begins to whirl
In the shock of everything—
I feel like life is upside down,
My hopes have taken wing!

When did I start to change?
I hardly know at all!
But I’ve been growing different
Ever since I took that fall.

Amazed, I look at life anew,
Perspectives changed around.
Now I can see new purpose;
In my life, new worth I’ve found!

My God has used my injury
For purposes His own,
And now I see His hand at work
In countless ways unknown.

His peace lives on inside my heart,
And from His Word of power,
I’m learning how to be content
And smile each precious hour.

I am content to struggle,
For each struggle teaches me
That God can create beauty
Even through this injury.