WHAT WOULD I DO?


In prison Paul and Silas sat with feet in stocks secured,
Their backs were bruised and bleeding from the flogging they’d endured.
And yet they sang and praised the Lord throughout the midnight hour,
And all the other inmates heard and felt the Spirit’s power.
The jailer and his household came to trust the Lord that night,
And found that knowing Christ was both a joy and a delight.


I wonder how I would respond if tragedy befell?
Would I still trust and praise the Lord, and of His goodness tell?
Or would I scream and rant and say to God, “It isn’t fair!”
And ask Him why He let me down, as if He didn’t care?
And would I turn my back on Him, complaining all the while,
With angry, bitter words, and never once a cheerful smile?
And maybe stop attending church, or reading from His Word,
Or even care to share His love with those who’ve never heard?

I pray I would believe that God was working for my best,
And that I would be strong and faithful as I faced each test.
For even though my heart was breaking, I could rest secure
In knowing God would give me strength, and help me to endure.

By Betty Jo Mings