wrestling to believe By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Inscrutable the ways of God,
Beyond the mind of man!
For who can read His hidden thought
Or search His secret plan?
I had one joy, one garland fair,
The flower I loved the best,
But in a single hour Christ came
And plucked it to His breast.
I dare not say the Lord had quenched
My candle's flickering glow,
Or cast His waters on the coals
That burnt already low;
And still I wrestle to believe
A veiled and covered God,
But faint my heart, my faith bowed down
Beneath the pressing load.
O that my Lord might smile again,
His love upon me pour;
Comehome this afflicted heart,
Bring summer back once more!
Then would I preach with unloosed tongue
His beauty and power,
My withered branch would bud anew
and bear another flower.
Yet God in his wisdom chose me,
this furnace and this flame,
And doubting not his choice the best,
I greet it in His name
So will I praise Him for this stroke,
Till Christ at length appears
To turn my long captivity
And dry His people's tears.
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