CONSIDER HIM

When the soul storm is raging high,
When the tempest rends the sky
When my eyes with tears are dim
Then, my soul consider Him.

When your plans are in the dust,
When your hopes and dreams are crushed
When is passed each foolish whim
Then, O soul, consider Him

When your dearest friends depart,
When deep sorrow fills your heart
When pain racks my weary limbs
Then, my soul consider Him.

When your path is a weary way
When new trials come each day
When your faith and hope grow dim
Then, my soul consider Him.

Rain or sunshine, dark or bright
Evening shadows or morning light
When my cup flows o’er the brim
Then, my soul… consider Him.

*Anonymous and re-edited by Bill McDonald, PhD