Sometimes things happen in our lives,
Which may cause us to worry and fret,
When that happens to you, my friend,
There’s something you shouldn’t forget.
Even though a fierce storm may rage,
That fills you with fear and doubt,
Our Father in Heaven remains faithful,
And God will always work things out.
That old Devil will try to spook you,
Oh yes, how he will scream and shout,
But stand your ground, don’t give in,
Because God will always work things out.
So should the winds howl like demons,
And the rough waves toss you about,
Just keep your eyes on Heaven above,
Because God will always work things out.
Even though at times life may look dim,
Waves overflow you, so you cannot swim,
Doubts assail you, you’re out on a limb,
Remember, God is always there.
When this life pounds on you oh so hard,
When the Devil plays his very best card,
When your vessel seems ruined and marred,
Remember, God is always there.
He is your potter, He is not far away,
His eye is on you, you will be okay,
Hell shan’t confound you, come what may,
Because God is always there.
We all have quite often heard it said,
Believe in Jesus, to Heaven we’ll go,
But so many people still have doubts,
Why it’s necessary they want to know.
Well the answer’s really quite simple,
The basic issue comes down to our sin,
Due to a corrupt and imperfect status,
A righteous God simply can’t let us in.
Only by the Blood of a Lamb unblemished,
Could our imperfections be washed clean,
And thus Jesus sacrificed His own life,
He’s our Defense Attorney and Go-Between.
In a world ruled by deception and lies,
It’s easy for us to become confused.
Truth is twisted, distorted, perverted,
Is it any wonder we feel so used?
Black is now white, and night is day,
And two plus two doesn’t equate to four.
The world has gone mad, it is so sad,
I just can’t take the craziness anymore.
But I’m happy to say I’ve found the way,
To clear up this mindboggling confusion.
The truth is found in God’s Holy Word,
Which melts all of the world’s delusion.
There was once a man from Ophrah,
Gideon was the young lad’s name,
An Angel appeared under an oak,
Then that boy began to complain.
If the Lord GOD really be with us,
As in all the glorious days past,
Then why do Midianites afflict us?
Such was the question he did ask.
You shall indeed smite your enemy,
Thus was the answer he did receive,
But I am the least in my own house,
How am I even supposed to believe?
So the Lord gave the youth a sign,
After a meal for the Angel he made,
A fire then came up out of the rock,
And consumed the food where it laid.
The same night the LORD spoke to him,
Throw down your dad’s altar to Baal,
Build another unto the LORD instead,
And cut down your dad’s grove as well.
Gideon did as he had been commanded,
But the people didn’t like this thing,
They wanted to kill that brave boy,
Joash, your son to us you must bring.
But Dad firmly defended his own son,
Let Baal plead for himself he said,
So the townsfolk then all backed down,
And dear Gideon didn’t lose his head.
But doubts yet lingered in his heart,
So he twice tested with the fleece,
Both times God answered affirmative,
Which gave Gideon’s heart some peace.
Now once he had gathered his armies,
The LORD said there are too many men,
They will take credit for the victory,
We must cut back their numbers again.
The fearful were ordered to go home,
Yet 10,000 soldiers still remained,
But after conducting the water test,
Only 300 fighters had Gideon retained.
Despite the tiny size of Israel’s army,
We know the Midianites were done in,
God is not limited by small numbers,
The Lord of Hosts will always win.
