If the stars should fall down from their place
If the tears fell slowly down my face
Lord, still would I trust You
And give You my praise.
If the world should be overcome by evil
Still would I thank You for the good that remains
If I am overcome by evil
Lord, I ask You to remove the stains.
If life ever becomes too much to bear
Remind me of how much You deeply care
If all Your blessings suddenly ceased to pour
Still I want it to be You that I adore.
Yea, though You slay me, Lord
Still would I trust You
Though my path may seem dark
Still would I follow You.
Still would I wait for You
Until Christ is standing at the door
But no matter how much I love You, Lord
Still I know that You love me more.
April 30th, 1995
Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When her branch is
yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is near: So ye in like
manner, when ye shall see these things come to pass, know that it (Christ's
return) is nigh, even at the doors. Verily I say unto you, that this generation
shall not pass, till all these things be done.
Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him:
He shall also be my salvation.
Job 13:15a, 16a