God moves in a mysterious way | |
His wonders to perform; | |
He plants his footsteps in the sea, | |
And rides upon the storm. | |
Deep in unfathomable mines | |
Of never-failing skill, | |
He treasures up his bright designs, | |
And works his sovereign will. | |
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, | |
The clouds ye so much dread | |
Are big with mercy, and shall break | |
In blessings on your head. | |
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, | |
But trust him for his grace; | |
Behind a frowning providence | |
He hides a smiling face. | |
His purposes will ripen fast, | |
Unfolding every hour; | |
The bud may have a bitter taste, | |
But sweet will be the flower. | |
Blind unbelief is sure to err, | |
And scan his work in vain; | |
God is his own interpreter, | |
And he will make it plain. | |
— William Cowper | |
[An excerpt from this was offered back in March, (Trust Him Smile) but I thought I liked this poem enough to offer it in its entirety. — KMAB] | |
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Light Shining Out of Darkness
October 23, 2012 by kmabarrett
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