Even when the times are hard,
Fierce winds begin to blow,
God is forever able,
Hold on to what you know.

Imagine life without His love,
Joy would cease to be,
Keep thanking Him for all the things,
Love imparts to thee.

Move out of "Camp Complaining,"
No weapon that is known,
On earth can yield the power,
Praise can do alone.

Quit looking at the future,
Redeem the time at hand,
Start every day with worship,
To "thank" is a command.

Until we see Him coming,
Victorious in the sky,
We'll run the race with gratitude,
eXalting God most high.

Yes, there will be good times,
And there will be some bad,
Zion waits in glory,
Where none are ever sad!
Author: Unknown