It Matters Not
by Barbara Philbrook

It matters not what appears to be,
God is our strength and will give us victory.

It matters not that I am frail and weak,
God guides all who His will seek.

It matters not that the pain is great,
one day soon we will all celebrate.

It matters not that we feel alone and abandoned on this earth,
God finds in each of us a great deal of worth.

It matters not what others think of you,
God gave His Son to die so high is His view.

It matters not how long we face trials and strife,
because compared to eternity this is a short life.

It matters not because God has us in the palm of His hand,
and this is all part of His Great Master Plan.

It matters only that we keep our eyes where they belong,
one day soon we'll be raising our voices in glorious song.

We'll all look back and see it didn't matter in the least,
as we sit at the table to join in the feast.

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