Gate 4
In
times of testing and trying
I
will find myself doubting
And
my soul, it is mourning
Where
is the beauty in suffering?
Why
should I complain
Or
think of my gain?
Master
do what you please,
Your
will Father, yes it is.
Oh
truly I am reminded
The
story has glorious end.
And
it’s not ‘bout the selfish me
It
should all be for Your Glory.
