Too oft, in haste, we only scan
Some minor part of Heaven’s great plan,
And so misjudge God’s love to man.
O souls that grieve! O hearts that ache!
Tho’ dark the hour, fresh courage take;
The night will pass; the morn will break.
Eyes were not meant for useless tears;
Heaven’s ways are wise thru all the years;
Nor can they fall, despite our fears.
Wars yet shall cease; the sword must rust;
The sons of pride lie low in dust;
Our God still reigns; all good and just.
From earth’s dark scenes of grief and woe,
In ways most sure, some good will grow;
How great that good, long years will show.
- Pastor J. Clark, Selma, East Hants
No comments:
Post a Comment