In true Pentecostal tradition, we referred to everyone as “Brother” or “Sister.” In those Pentecostal days, when folks sang solos, we referred to it as “singing a special.” These many years later, I still remember the songs…and I have often found comfort in singing some of them to myself. Brother Jim Smith sang a song called “Till the Storm Passes By.” I have always been afraid of storms…not as much now, but they still can make me anxious. Countless times this song has helped me through the storms.
In addition to being the pastor’s wife, Sister Diane was our organist, and she also sang “specials” for us. One song was “I Can’t Complain.” I do not know why, but God has been so incredibly good to me. His mercy towards me is completely undeserved, but He keeps dishing out His love on me. Today, I am just soaking in His love and in my memories of church so long ago.
I’ve had bad days and I’ve had hills to climb.
I’ve had sad days and then a weary mind.
Yet when I look about, and I think these things all out,
All of the good things outweigh the bad things.
I can’t complain.
God is so good to me, He is so good to me.
More than this world could be, He’s so good to me.
His spirit came to me and gave me victory.
God is so good to me, I can’t complain.
Sometimes the clouds hang low, I’d like to see them go.
I ask the question, “Why so much pain?”
But He knows what’s best for me, although I cannot see,
So I just say, “Thank You, Lord, I can’t complain.”