We say that God is good
When we dine on comfort food
Much harder to confess
When we feel under duress

The trials of this life
Are signs we are His wife
The glory of His bride
Is working by His side

To thank Him for a cross
Means that we scorn the loss
Of pleasures vain and dear
As long as He is near

So to the Lord give thanks
Let faithful swell our ranks
For as we die with mirth
His Kingdom comes to earth