Bob Gotti - Fires And Floods

Through the fire, even the flood, how can we, for God, not bud?
Bud and with a peace blossom, with the peace from God’s Son.
Through a trial, on the side, are men without the One who died,
Christ, who died upon a cross, to bring God’s Peace to the lost.

But now Christ lives in all of us, those who in Him put their trust,
And fills us with the Peace of God, in trials on this earth we trod.
In trials bringing us to our knees, He fills us with a gentle peace,
A peace that lightens any load, to continue on the present road.

God’s purpose of life’s small fires, has from Him but one desire,
To purge new lives of old dross, through the power of the cross.
Transforming men to be like Him, as He purges us from old sin,
Keeping us in life’s darkest hour, with Christ’s sustaining power.

Through the power of the Blood, we receive Grace in the flood,
Changing those who do believe, and helping others to receive,
The Lord Jesus as their Savior, Who becomes their Sustainer,
Christ who becomes their Light, when the trial is dark as night.

When we endure a trying time, it could be part of God’s design,
To help someone close at hand, in a trial, to better understand,
That Christ, who brings us Hope, helps us in our trials to cope,
In a world that’s lacking peace, with His joy, that will not cease.

Bob Gotti

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