Why He Lives

I'm grateful that my singlehood is not a trial. For many it is, especially for women. But for me, it's tried my faith, but I would never consider it my life trial. In some ways actually, I feel like it's been one of my greatest blessings and a manifestation of God knowing me personally. Ironically, the older I've gotten, the easier it has become to embrace my lot in life.

It's not to say I always feel this way. I can't always see and feel God's goodness and wisdom. But this morning I was reminded that in those moments when it's difficult to submit and say "not my will, but thine be done," I need to remember why Christ lives.

He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.
He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives, my kind, wise heav'nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.

Christ lives for me. Everything He's doing, everything He's allowed, everything is for me.