When from the wreckage of past events,
Return good things to then commence,
I see the roaring wind and raging waves,
Were only tools for the path God paves.
But when good things I cannot see,
I know my focus is worldly.
For, I’ve been given all I need,
But God’s law I still don’t heed.
Christ died for my sin,
So into heaven I may enter in,
And I’ll be praising with angels above,
Our jealous God of love.