Through the fire, even the flood, how can we, for God, not bud? <br />Bud and with a peace blossom, with the peace from God’s Son. <br />Through a trial, on the side, are men without the One who died, <br />Christ, who died upon a cross, to bring God’s Peace to the lost. <br /> <br />But now Christ lives in all of us, those who in Him put their trust, <br />And fills us with the Peace of God, in trials on this earth we trod. <br />In trials bringing us to our knees, He fills us with a gentle peace, <br />A peace that lightens any load, to continue on the present road. <br /> <br />God’s purpose of life’s small fires, has from Him but one desire, <br />To purge new lives of old dross, through the power of the cross. <br />Transforming men to be like Him, as He purges us from old sin, <br />Keeping us in life’s darkest hour, with Christ’s sustaining power. <br /> <br />Through the power of the Blood, we receive Grace in the flood, <br />Changing those who do believe, and helping others to receive, <br />The Lord Jesus as their Savior, Who becomes their Sustainer, <br />Christ who becomes their Light, when the trial is dark as night. <br /> <br />When we endure a trying time, it could be part of God’s design, <br />To help someone close at hand, in a trial, to better understand, <br />That Christ, who brings us Hope, helps us in our trials to cope, <br />In a world that’s lacking peace, with His joy, that will not cease.<br /><br />Bob Gotti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fires-and-floods/
