Every Christian has his own cross to bear but God gave Gilbert one to sit on.
Life takes on a different perspective when seen from a wheelchair.
I used to sing this without feeling the true weight of its lyrics. My struggles then were trying to keep the choir in harmony being the choir director, and a shattered dream was when a nice-looking Christian girl declined to go out on a date with me. Now I listen with humored patience and perhaps a little annoyance at fellow Christians' woes and grumbles about difficult bosses, bad hawker food and demanding clients. An extreme example was when a female friend moaned on end about the mess her hairdresser made to her hair as if it were the end of the world. Priorities of life have also changed.