Lord, how do we cope when life throws us curves And the health and strength we had now is gone? The doctors say things that "get on our nerves." They send you for tests and some blood is drawn.

You then must wait while you try not to think Of dire consequences that now may come. Then you find it's not indelible ink They use to explain what is "rule of thumb."

Lord, how we thank You that You overrule The diagnosis the doctor may bring. Into our lives You bring Your shaping tool; Your love and guidance is a living thing.

"My spirit is broken, my days are short, The grave awaits me" was Job's attitude As he to the ashes then did resort. Friends now talked on and to sin did allude.

Lord, how we thank You,Job's faith overruled, Said, "Though He slay me, I will hope in Him.? Into our lives a deeper faith is tooled; You exercise us here in Your faith gym.

Psalms tells us, God, that Your way is perfect. Now help us to learn our entire lives long. In Your Word we find the things that connect Your life to ours...You alone make us strong.

My life's story bears Your presence and Name, So I just keep on swimming hard upstream. Now seeing and believing aren't the same. I pray for faith 'til I see You, Supreme!