Baby Ruth

And tossed baby Ruth
Into the bushes
Yet God surely guarded
As with Moses, midst bushes.

At Which Fire Do You Stand?

And what of yourself
At which fire do you stand
That kindled by God
Or the work of man’s hand?

Counted Worthy to Suffer

And we trust not in self
Despair even of life
But ’tis God, who will raise us
Out of suffering, and strife.

Amidst Life Storms

No matter our state
Midst darkness, and storm
In Christ, there is power
See our tempest, transform.

Always Victorious

We’re always victorious
By Jesus’ blood, bought
As a child of our God
Whatever our lot.

Our Biggest Battle

Succumbing not, to our foes
Our culture, our flesh
Nor the devil’s destruction
But see Christ’s, blessed success.

God Finds a Way

Yes, God finds a way, to reach us and teach us, conform and transform us, to become as Christ Jesus.