Praises all the time

I praise you in this dark hour. You are glorious, even in the pain you allow. It hurts, and no end seems in sight, but you, Oh Lord, are mysterious in your ways. You turn the bleak into bright, the dead into life, pull us out of toil and strife. This pain is here, and I thank you for it. I hate it Lord, but I know good will come, just as before it. I hate this so much, and I pray you take it from me. I will praise you in every thing I do, even if it is in pain and trouble. I love you Lord, help me walk in your path.