By Mary Hughes
When the sun is hiding from your life;
The clouds are swirling round and round,
The winds are blowing so hard and fast
You think they’ll blow you down,
God works.
When the fire seems to surround you,
Wreaking havoc, hurt and pain,
And you watch ashes blow around you
Where you’ll never be the same.
God works.
When the raindrops turn to hailstones,
Heaping pain upon your head,
And they melt into the sodden earth,
Mixing with your blood so red,
God works.
When you don’t see Him in the shadows,
You don’t see Him in the crowd,
You don’t see Him though you’re looking,
Speak these words out loud:
God works!
He’s working in ways unseen,
He’s got a plan for you.
He’s got a future waiting there
And I can promise you…
God works!
God works though all His Master Plan,
Through clouds and storm and pain.
Through nails and wood and crosses borne,
And through His Holy Name…
God works!
