When come the waters of trials too deep
And come the pain that causes to weep
Churning to anguish and gut-wrenching wails
Shaking fists and angry rails,
Pray come the Master to rescue our souls
Pray come the Spirit, surrender controls
Our Father, His Son, and Spirit of Peace
Cradles His loved ones, their flesh to cease.
Our hope in self stilled
Transferred to His will
Ease our anxious thoughts
Unravel the knots.
We have not the answers we seek for now,
Yet in obedience we agree to bow
To our Lord and Savior, our only hope
And only means by which to cope.
We trust in the future He has in mind
And trust, in obedience, we may find
His perfect plan, and not forsake
The joyful path He wants us to take.
Psalm 42.5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.