Our comfort that we get, comes from knowing we obey,
The entire counsel in the Lord, as we live from day
to day.
Job’s comfort lay in knowing, he’d made daily
sacrifice,
That all his sins were covered, for the lamb had
paid the price.
Three Hebrew boys were comforted, as they waited to
be burned,
Confident that they were right, for the idol they
had spurned.
And when trials with great pressure come and press
from every side,
Our comfort’s not imagined but a life that lives
inside.
We’ve seen how it can be, with great men in times of
old,
That in the face of all adversity, we can stand up
strong and bold.
We can cope with crushing sorrow, we can hold on
through great pain.
There’s only one requirement, you must be born
again.
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