September 6, 2020

Not Knowing

 I know not what shall befall me, God hangs a mist o’er my eyes,

And so each step in my onward path He makes

new scenes to rise,

And every joy He sends me, comes as a strange and sweet surprise.

 

I see not a step before me, as I tread on another year,

But the past is still in God’s keeping, the future

His mercy shall clear,

And what looks dark in the distance, may

Brighten as I draw near—

 

For perhaps the dreaded future is less bitter

than I think,

The Lord may sweeten the waters before I stoop to drink,

Or if Marah must be Marah, He will stand beside its brink.

 

It may be He was waiting for the coming of my feet,

Some gift of such rare blessedness, some joy so strangely sweet,

That my lips shall only tremble with the thanks they

cannot speak.

 

O restful, blissful ignorance! ‘Tis blessed not

to know,

It keeps me so still in those arms which will not let me go,

And hushes my soul to rest in the bosom that

loves me so!

 

So I go on not knowing; I would not if I might;

I would rather walk in the dark with God, than

go alone in the light,

I would rather walk with Him by faith, than

walk alone by sight.

 

My heart shrinks back from trials which the

future may disclose,

Yet I never had a sorrow but what the dear

Lord chose,

So I send the coming tears back with the whispered word,

“He knows.”

Author unknown

 

“We walk By Faith and Not by Sight”