Count it All Joy

And so count it all joy
Tho’ He prunes, ’tis worthwhile
Bear more fruit, of God’s Spirit
Do give thanks, for each trial.

Be Prepared

For all trusting Him wholly
Find Him, wholly true
While those trusting self
Remain anxious, feel blue.

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?