I am so happy to present this poem this week. The sermon by this title is an old, old one, (as are all the sermons and poems we present each week,) but Fred just wrote this poem Thursday to go with it. Since he hasn’t been able to write for a while now, I rejoice that he was able to write this one. He still has 'it'.



PRAISE THE LORD ANYHOW!



There’s a biblical phrase, “It came to pass-”
Which indicates that most things don’t last;
So when you face a trial in the ‘here and now’
Just praise the Lord anyhow!



With family, fortune and health all gone,
Job sat in the ash heap all alone;
Wife and friends said, “look at you now.”
He just praised the Lord anyhow!



When Peter was beaten and tossed in jail,
And all efforts seemed to no avail;
What did he do? Well, in the Word,
It says he preached and sang and praised the Lord!



There were James and John and the apostle Paul,
Great men of God, and martyrs, all.
When Caesar’s crowd tried to shut them up,
They praised the Lord for the ‘bitter cup’.



Men and women, all saints of God,
Are now walking the path their fathers trod;
And they will, to the end, I do avow,
When trials arise, Praise the Lord, anyhow!



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