I yearn within, for even 
     when
My brain in knots
     is twisted,
My spirit groans
     silent sure,
My heart is battered
     to numb,
My belongings
     are all taken,
My home is burnt
     to ashes,
My clothes are torn
     asunder,
My bones are dried
     and broken,
My flesh is stripped
     away,
And I can no longer
     stand,
Yet will I still,
     upon this earth
In Him at the last,
For my true Redeemer
     lives,
And no more will be my
     past,
My eyes on Him alone
     will be forever cast.
 

Job 19:25-27