Living Victoriously - In Believing

Victor Paul Wierwille · CyberBlessed Podcast

God’s Bank Ain’t Busted Yet The bank had closed; My earthly store had vanished from my hand;I felt that there was no sadder one than I in all the land.My washerwoman, too, had lost her little mite with mine,And she was singing as she hung the clothes upon the line.“How can you be so gay?” I asked; “Your loss don’t you regret?”“Yes, Ma’m, but what’s the use to fret? God’s bank ain’t busted yet!”I felt my burden lighter grow; her faith I seemed to share;In prayer I went to God’s great throne, and laid my troubles there.The sun burst from behind the clouds, in golden splendor set;I thanked God for her simple words: “God’s bank ain’t busted yet!”And now I draw rich dividends, more than my hands can holdOf faith and love and hope and trust and peace of mind untold.I thank the Giver of it all, but still I can’t forgetMy washerwoman’s simple words: “God’s bank ain’t busted yet!”Oh, weary ones upon life’s road, when everything seems drear,And losses loom on every hand, and skies seem not too clear;Throw back your shoulders, lift your head, and cease to chafe and fret.Your dividends will be declared: “God’s bank ain’t busted yet!”