Suffering

When confronted by suffering
With reasons unclear
Will we choose to grow better
Or grow bitter, with fears.

Our Sovereign God

The LORD gives, and He takes
He rules, as He will
He is sovereign, all powerful
So be quiet, and still.

Our Blessed Hope

For in Him, resurrection
We arise from the dead
To an inheritance, incorruptible
That for us, waits ahead.

No more Sickness, nor Suffering

As we worship our King
No distractions, nor despair
No trials, nor temptations
All perfect splendor, forever there.