Our Father knows best for us

So why should we complain

We always want sunshine

But he knows there must be rain

We love the sound of laughter

And the gladness and the cheer,

But our hearts would loose their tenderness,

if we never shed a tear.

Our Father often tests us

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 needdlessly,

And He never wastes our pain,

For every loss he sends to us

Is followed by a wonderous gain

So when we count the blessings

That God has 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 are plain

So he never sends us pleasure

When the soul's deep need is pain

So whenever we are troubled

And when everything goes wrong

It is just God working in us

To make our hearts and Spirits strong.