From time to time, our life is troubled,
the path it seems, is always doubled.
We never know why, the burden is great,
is it a test, or just our fate.
He wants his people, to be so strong,
sometimes it last, our whole life long.
We are tried by fire, to prepare for heaven,
his spirit is with, us a perfect seven,
To be a believer, is not to be week,
he builds us up, through loves critique.
At times its hard, so remember this thought,
he works on us all, through all that is brought.
Copyright © john aaron green | Year Posted 2011
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