PROVIDENCE
By Rousseaux Brasseur
The works and ways of God are high
Above the ways and thoughts of man,
In realms beyond the starry sky
God fixed His providential plan.
Every decree of God's design
Is firmly set in heavens court,
His sovereign will and love divine
No enemy of hell can thwart.
Yet God does not sit idly by
Spectating from a throne above
For God our King, The Lord Most High
Descended to the world in love.
And unlike any other god
Our God has suffered shame and loss.
Broken and weak, drenched in His blood
He hung in pain upon a cross.
Because Jesus has suffered first
Our joy in Him is guaranteed-
When pain is at its very worst
His grace supplies our every need.
All those who trust in Him for life,
Whose confidence is in His name,
Find comfort though anguish and strife
And persevere through grief and pain.
A hidden flower buds and grows
Out of a stem that's wrapped in thorns,
And in God's time, just like the rose,
Joy blooms out of the heart that mourns.
The darkest storms which God ordains,
Although they fill our hearts with fear,
Shower His grace, disguised as rain,
Till colors bright in bow appear.
A plow that tears hard soil apart
Makes soft the ground to help the root;
So too God breaks the calloused heart
To multiply the Spirit's fruit.
Bright flowers which in sunshine bloom
Had need of plow and rainstorm both-
And like the flowers, God's people too,
Must suffer pain and trials for growth.
Not all His ways on this dark side
Of heaven can be understood,
But Christ to His beloved bride
Has promised, “All things work for good.”
