My God is Still the Same

When I’m lost on the road

I’ve traveled many years,

When the things that I knew

Are now my doubts and fears,

When the dreams that I dreamed

Are now my broken heart,

When the hope that I had

Is fallen all apart,

When the certain things change,

Secure though thought to be,

When the plenteous joy

For nought is leaving me,

When the things that were mine

I can no longer claim,

When the place that I had

Will never be the same,

Though He slay me I’ll trust,

And then with Job I’ll say:

Praise the Lord how he gave,

And how he took away!

And with Job I will bow,

And bless his holy name,

For when nothing else is,

My God is still the same.

Ezra Brainard, August 2011