If the stars should fall down from their place,
If the tears fell slowly down my face,
Lord, still would I trust You,
And give You my praise.
If the world should be overcome by evil,
Still would I thank You for the good that remains;
If I am overcome by evil,
Lord, I ask You to remove the stains.
If life ever becomes too much to bear,
Remind me of how much You deeply care.
If all Your blessings suddenly ceased to pour,
Still I want it to be You that I adore.
Yea, though You slay me, Lord,
Still would I trust You.
Though my path may seem dark,
Still would I follow You.
Still would I wait for You,
Until Christ is standing at the door,
But no matter how much I love You, Lord,
Still I know that You love me more.
April 30th, 1995
Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When her branch is yet tender,
and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is near:
So ye in like manner, when ye shall see these things come to pass,
know that it (Christ’s return) is nigh, even at the doors.
Verily I say unto you, that this generation shall not pass, till all these things be done.
Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him:
He shall also be my salvation.
Job 13:15a, 16a