This contest all the saints have struggled in.
Though we have not yet spilled our blood for sin.
The Holy Father fosters within us,
A holiness to make us like Jesus.
So, brother, don’t belittle His rebuke,
Let difficulty draw you to the truth.
For pain and hardship are the price of sin,
They heal the saints, while rebels waste in them.
Remember, too, that Christ gives our reproof,
And He will not desert you through and through.
The fact He finds you worthy of His rod,
Is evidence that you are loved by God.
So persevere when persecution comes,
For God desires that He makes you sons.
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