Hillsong Worship - Trading My Sorrows Lyrics
Lyrics
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 We say, yes Lord, yes Lord, yes, yes Lord Yes Lord,yes Lord,yes,yes Lord .... (thrice) amen
I'm pressed, but not crushed, persecuted, not abandoned, Struck down,but not destroyed, I'm blessed beyond the curse For his promise will endure, That his joy's gonna be my strength Though the sorrow may last for the night His joy come with the morning
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
We say, yes Lord, yes Lord, yes, yes Lord
Yes Lord,yes Lord,yes,yes Lord ....(thrice)
amen
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Trading my sorrow - hillsong
Meaning & Inspiration
When Darrell Evans first penned these lines—later popularized by the version included on the 2011 Hillsong live album—he gave us a modern anthem that cuts straight to the bone of what it means to live in the reality of the cross. We often treat our burdens like heirlooms, clutching our shame and our past hurts as if they define us. This song pulls us into a different rhythm, one where we stop hoarding our brokenness and instead hand it over to the only One capable of bearing the weight. It is an act of spiritual commerce where we swap our heavy, jagged edges for a joy that defies explanation.
Scripture gives us the blueprint for this exchange in 2 Corinthians 4:8-9, which the song pulls from almost verbatim. When we declare, I'm pressed, but not crushed, we are standing on the bedrock of Paul’s own experience. He knew that even when the world closes in, the life of Jesus is sustaining our mortal bodies. You are not forsaken in your struggle. By repeating the phrase, I'm trading my sickness, the lyrics force us to lean into the hope found in Nehemiah 8:10, where the joy of the Lord is our strength. We are not just white-knuckling our way through a bad season; we are tapping into a supernatural fortitude that is not our own.
The bridge touches on the reality that though sorrow may last for the night, his joy comes with the morning, nodding to Psalm 30:5. This is not a dismissive "everything will be fine" platitude. Instead, it is a hard-won declaration that death and pain do not have the final word. The curse of sin and the sickness it brought into the world were dismantled on Calvary, leaving us blessed beyond that curse. When we sing those simple, repetitive lines of, Yes Lord, we are practicing surrender. It is a posture of total submission, moving away from our demands and toward His sovereign will. We stop trying to fix our own mess and start trusting the One who already fixed the broken relationship between heaven and earth. Stop carrying what you were never meant to hold and watch how quickly the light of His presence burns through the dark.