Keith Green. Trials Turned to Gold. Zeneszám

He's brought me here, where things are clear
And trials turn to gold
He shared with me, His victory
He won in days of old

Oh Lord, I don't deserve
The riches of Your word
But You've changed my filthy rags
To linen white as snow

The view from here is nothing near
To what it is for You
I tried to see Your plan for me
But I only acted like I knew

Oh Lord, forgive the times
I tried to read Your mind
'Cause You said if I'd be still
Then I would hear Your voice

My Lord, my King, my urge to sing
And praise the things above
No words can say the glorious way
You changed me with Your love

He's brought me low, so I could know
The way to reach the heights
To forsake my dreams, my self esteem
And give up all my rights

With each one that I lay down
A jewel's placed in my crown
'Cause His love, the things above
Is all we'll ever need

He's brought me here, where things are clear
And trials turn to gold