Every day new worlds rise! And old worlds fall apart.
I am told this is only, a matter of perception.
What do you do when your world is taken all apart?
Is good attitude, a positive thought of deflection,
Able to override calamity? Or mend a tattered heart?
Is faith only energy? Form of magic imagination?
I believe that true faith hurts and bleeds very red.
Because when Lazarus died, “Jesus wept”.
Then He called him and raised him from the dead!
I know that in Jesus, my sad soul is kept.
Though my old world crashed down upon my head!
Jesus is here with me; my need is met.
Herein lies my joy! Whether I be happy, sad, even mad,
If I be abandoned, crushed, battered, or stoned,
Should persecution come, the enemy steal all I’ve had!
Jesus paid the ultimate for me; my sin is atoned.
Even though in this world I find little to make me glad,
He understands; in my heart never be dethroned!
There He rests, keeps me warm, when all’s gone so bad.