Our father knows what's best for us.
So why should we complain.
We always want the sunshine, but knows there must be rain...
We love the sound of laughter and the merriment of cheer,
but our hearts would their tenderness if we never shed a tear...
Our father tests us often with suffering and with sorrow, he tests us not to punish us,
but to help us meet tomorrow... For growing trees are strengthened when they withstand
the storm, and the sharp cut of the chisel gives the marble grace and form... God never hurts us needlessly and he never wastes our pain,
for every loss he sends to us is followed by rich gain, and when we count the blessings that god has so freely sent, we will find no cause for murmuring and no time to lament...
For our father loves his children and to him all things a plain, so he never sends us pleasures when the souls deep need is pain... so whenever we are troubled and when every thing goes wrong, it's just god working in us to make our sprit strong
