It is very easy for us to speak and theorize about faith, but God often casts us into crucibles to try our gold, and to separate it from the dross and alloy. Oh, happy are we if the hurricanes that ripple life's unquiet sea have the effect of making Jesus more precious. Better the storm with Christ than smooth waters without Him.
--Macduff
God Can Make...
The strain of my misery
Into the strength of His mercy
The storm of my feeling
Into the serenity of His faith
The wound of my hurt
Into the wonder of His healing
The bread of my adversity
Into the beauty of His adoration
The torment of my failure
Into the triumph of His favor
The guilt of my sin
Into the grace of His salvation
The confusion of my wandering
Into the clarity of His ways
The bitterness of my rebellion
Into the beauty of His righteousness
The groan of my wrestling
Into the glory of His resting
All things beautiful in His time
~Am
~Am
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