The Christian Alphabet
A lthough things are not
perfect
B ecause of trial or
pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame
E ven when the times
are hard
F ierce winds are bound
to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you
know
I magine life without
His love
J oy would cease to
be
K eep thanking Him
for all the things
L ove imparts to thee
M ove out of "Camp
Complaining"
N o weapon that is
known
O n earth can yield
the power
P raise can do alone
Q uit looking at the
future
R edeem the time at
hand
S tart every day with
worship
T o "thank" is a command
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the
sky
W e'll run the race
with gratitude
eX alting God most high
Y es, there will be
good times and yes some Will be
be bad but
Z ion waits in glory
. . . where none are ever sad.
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