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Mar 2016
I know My Jesus lets me feel
The feeling of some pain
If never once we felt sun's heat
We'd scoff at cool rain!
It's in those times we've fallen prey
To Devil's evil snare
My God will help us best just when
We turn to Him in prayer!
Such peace My God will fill you with
His love you'll soon admire
His blessing you'll enjoy much more
When tested by His Fire!
For pleasure's naught without some pain
A black sky without stars
Survivor's word is naught without
His branding made from scars!
There'd be no enemies without friends
No prices without costs
There'd be no triumph's without fails
No winners without loss!
As trials come and burdens seem
So broad and often vast
Just build a halo 'round your heart
All made from hurts of past!
So can you see the reason now
My God Himself made pain?
If times like this don't hurt so bad
Then pleasure'd be in vain!
Kenny Whiting
Written by
Kenny Whiting  Battle Creek, Mi
(Battle Creek, Mi)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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