Job's Hymn
God of compassion, God of grace
What you have given, now you take
So take this cup of suffering
From our broken lives
Let not our will, but yours be done
Spirit of blessing, come we pray
For the hailstorm commeth again
We have not strength to face alone
The troubles of this world
Let not our will, but yours be done
Father of love, none can compare
Of your goodness we will sing
When the trial you set infront of us
Begin to overwhelm
Let not our will, but yours be done
When I worte this song I didnt realise what it meant, but I feel that he was preparing me for such a time as this. I hope it helps you find comfort and peace and know he is in control. For as it says in his word "... You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies..." Psalm 23v 5.
Love, peace and happiness.
Tau
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