My Father's way may twist and turn, My heart may throb and ache;
But in my soul I'm glad to know He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray, My hopes may fade away;
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead, For He doth know the way.
Though night be dark and it may seem That day will never break,
I'll pin my faith, my all, on Him; He maketh no mistake.
There's so much now I cannot see, My eyesight's far too dim;
But come what may, I'll simply trust And leave it all to Him.
For by-and-by the mist will lift, And plain it all He'll make;
Through all the way, though dark to me, He made not one mistake.
--A.M.Overton
There is a balm in Gilead that makes the wounded whole.....