So the pressure comes...

Heavy is the burden that weighs upon my back

My heart cannot carry it; these walls are starting to crack

I know I’m weak and ever frail, so why do I even try

This pressure is too much for me, pressure on every side

But my strength is utter weakness; my victory is to lose

My triumph is when I’m pressed down, bent, broken, and bruised

For I am pressed into knowing no strength of mine, but God’s

I am pressed into loving His staff and His rod

Though I’m pressed to the ground, I am pressed into You more

I am pressed but not crushed, and Your life in me is outpoured

I give up holding back the pressure, so that my life will be unmarred

For my goal is to know all of You, including suffering’s scars

So the pressure comes, but let it come; it’s bruising is not in vain

It will press me into You and pour me out for the glory of Your name

Because of how You suffered Lord, I will not think this strange

Teach me to count it all as joy and be poured out for Your fame