Yes, I Have Pain — But I Give Thanks Poem by bonifacio alba

Yes, I have pain,
Yet my soul will not bow, nor my praise refrain.
For even when the nights are long
And tears whisper at the edge of dawn,
My heart still rises with a grateful song.
The Lord, in mercy, lights my way,
And so I thank Him every day —
For grace unceasing, blessings given,
For love that echoes hope from heaven.
As long as this heart continues to beat,
I welcome each breath, simple and sweet.
I thank Him for the morning air,
For quiet fields and skies so fair,
For the sunrise painting gold the earth,
And every sunset blessing worth.
I see His glory in nature's hue,
In clouds that dance on skies of blue,
In colors blending in twilight's art,
A kaleidoscope kissing the horizon's heart.
I thank Him for family, steadfast and near,
Whose care and concern calm every fear.
For friends whose smiles softly embrace,
Lifting sorrow with gentle grace.
Yes, there is pain — but joy shines through;
For every ache, His love renews.
And so I stand, in faith not shaken —
My song of praise cannot be taken.
As long as breath dwells deep in me,
I will thank the Lord endlessly.
Through trials, triumphs, peace, or strain —
Yes, I have pain — but I will praise His name.