Sounds Strange!

So, our God allows trials
That our faith be tenacious
Great faith, be made complete
To be perfected, need patience.

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.

Always Joyful

Amidst seasons of peace
Or fierce persecution
Will God be your joy
Only hope, and solution?