Oftimes God's Poem by Gary James Smith

Of times God's

Of times God's manufactured blessings
Comes through frequent pain
He brings us through the Refiner's fire
All praise be to His name
On the anvil of His mercy
The anvil of His grace
His love always superceding
Each act taking place

Remember He cares for each sparrow
Let that thought take flight
And rejoice in your tribulations
For He doth all things right
There is nothing coming your way
But that He does not care
He has a plan and a purpose
So never ever despair

But keep your focus on Jesus
He went the way of the Cross
Let us do likewise willingly
And take our suffering and loss
For there's a new day coming brother
I can feel it everywhere
That glorious return of Jesus Christ
We shall meet Him in the air!

Copyright March 132018 8: 20am

Gary James Smith