Cadet – Trading My Sorrows

I’m trading my sorrows

I’m trading my shame

I’m laying them down

For the joy of the Lord

I’m trading my sickness

I’m trading my pain

I’m laying them down

For the joy of the Lord

Yes, Lord

I’m pressed but not crushed

Persecuted not abandoned

Struck down but not destroyed

I am blessed beyond the curse

For his promise will endure

That his joy is going

To be my strength

Though my sorrows may last for the night

His joy comes with the morning