When Trouble Comes

He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed
Miracles that we cannot tally
Rain and sunshine blankets the mountain
And reaches into the dark valley
Hardship does not spring from the soil
Nor trouble from ground hard and dry
Man is born to trouble and toil
As surely as sparks reach for the sky

But if I were you I would appeal to God
I would lay my cause before Him
Though He may chasten with His rod
He heals the wounded limb
He catches the wise in their craftiness
Sweeping afar wily schemes
So that their hands achieve no success
He thwarts the proud and his dreams

His hand is over the poor and the needy
He covers their tent with peace
Do not despise the great God almighty
Or ask when His chastening shall cease
Blessed is he whom the Lord reprimands
And happy is the man corrected
Though misery washes like a sea over sands
By His love we will not be rejected

Janet~

Inspired after reading Job 5

He replied, "You are talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?" In all this, Job did not sin in what he said. Job 2:10