Testo di 'The Problem Of Pain' di Attalus

The blood, the tears, the sweat
Why does it feel so wrong?
Disaster, pain, and death
Oh God, where have You gone?
The world was in Your hands
You let it fall headlong
So either You're not good
Or You're just not that strong

'Cause the problem of pain
Is a problem we all go through
It turns us away
From all we once saw in You
It's not just an intellectual question
It's the cry of a heart that's breaking in two
Pain is the place that you fall from grace

Then God said: The blood, the tears, the sweat
I died to right your wrongs
Disaster, pain, and death
Oh man, where have you gone?
The world was falling fast
I cast myself headlong
To save your rebel souls
To prove my love is strong

The problem of pain
Is a problem I too, went through
I shouldered your hell
And emptied myself for you
It's not just an intellectual question
It's the sound of a veil dividing in two
'Cause pain is the place where I give you grace

The problem of pain
Is a bridge between God and man
In the shape of a cross
It ushers us back to Him
We don't need an intellectual answer
We just need more strength to reach the end

'Cause pain is the place where healing awaits! Oh!
'Cause pain is the place where healing awaits
Pain is the place where healing awaits
Pain is the place where our hearts learn faith again!
Pain is the place where our hearts learn faith again