Why Does God Let It Happen?

Just why does the Lord allow tragedy’s pain?

How could it be possible that there’s a gain?

Does God really see the dark anguished despair?

Amid crushing pain, will He show me His care?

Do not lose your courage - take heart and look up:

For God’s in control of each thing in your cup;

He sees the full picture of life as a whole,

And works it all out for the best of your soul!

When heartache and anguish is dished on my plate,

I must praise my God for His all-knowing trait:

For He will allow only that which is best,

And gives grace sufficient for each painful test.

Although it is tragedy, pain or abuse-

Commit it to God for His infinite use:

For He has a plan of eternal design,

And say “Lord, not my will be done, but just Thine.”

An attitude, meek, with God’s help do maintain-

Assured amid heartache thy Lord will sustain:

For when you commit all the pain to His hand,

He works it all out for the best that He’s planned.

God uses each circumstance, painful and grim

To spill out His power right over the brim:

For when we are weak then our God becomes strong,

And midst ceaseless anguish creates a new song.

The enemy seeks to destroy us through pain,

But God supervises the Devil’s disdain;

The Lord always writes the last chapter, you see-

And He shows His power to you and to me!

So yield all your rights and your life to His hand-

Each dark situation you don’t understand;

When given to Him, He your life fully holds,

And He for His praise brings you forth as pure gold!

Victory In the Battle

Fellow-soldiers marching forward in the battle thick and sore,

We as foreigners and pilgrims, headed to the heav’nly shore:

For our Savior’s blood has bought us from the Devil’s grip of death-

By His grace and endless mercy He forgives and gave life’s breath.

But our enemy is raging - seeks to capture us again,

This, our foe is whom we battle - it is not women or men:

For he knows his time is short now to ensnare more souls to hell,

Thus he wages war against those who redemption’s song can tell.

I would warn you most sincerely, “Never give him e’en an inch,

Or he’ll steal from you a hectare as in darkness you will flinch;

Slam and lock the door before you - do not open it a crack,

Or he’ll bust right on in through it and will stab you in the back!

Do not trifle with allurements he has baited on your way:

For his traps of death await you when with canons, hot, you play;

 Snaring lies he will have hanging from the limb of ev’ry tree-

Do not stop to view their makings lest the noose will tighten thee!”

Run, my Comrade to the Savior, our Commanding Conqueror:

For when covered by His blood-flow we have vict’ry in this war;

Jesus Christ arose triumphant over Satan, sin and hell,

And in Him we claim the power as He all our foes doth quell!

Fellow-soldiers, gird your armor, never putting down your Sword,

With the righteous breastplate o’er you, and your shield, faith in the Lord;

Take the helmet of salvation -keep it always in its place,

With the Truth all girt about you - fiery darts then find no space.

Pressing forward, on and upward, our Commander, Christ in lead,

 For we know our foe’s defeated and all hell one day will feed.

Never swerve from off the pathway, but let snipers wait in vain:

For we have the cross before us and the crown we shall obtain!