STRANGE JOY W/M: Bob Bennett I will not bless my sorrow I will not praise my pain But I will bless the Lord who calls me To bear these wounds again For I was tossed like the waves on the ocean Blown like the wind on the land But He delivers me from the misery Of the double-minded man ... and gives me This strange joy This peace in the middle of trial This strange joy Surrounding my desperate denial This strange joy barely understood That from the night of trouble Dawns the day of good I could not see the sense of it I always complained and rebelled I dismissed any thought of redemption Deified the belief that I held But if the last are first And the rich are poor If the Blameless is mocked and despised If life is found in the losing Then why am I so surprised ... at In the darkness of my trouble Shines the light of His good And He gives me this strange joy