God knows, not I, the devious way
Wherein my faltering feet must tread
Before, into the light of day,
My steps from out this gloom are led.
And since my Lord the path doth see
What matters if 'tis hid from me?
God knows, not I, how sweet accord
Shall grow at length from out this crash
Of earthly discords which have jarred
On soul and sense. I hear the clash--
Yet feel and know that on His ear
Breaks Harmony--full, deep, and clear.
God knows, not I, why, when I'd fain
Have walked in pastures green and fair,
The path appointed me hath lain
Through rocky deserts bleak and bare.
I blindly trust--since 'tis His will--
This way lies safety; that way, ill.
He knows, too, why, despite my will
I'm weak when I should be most strong,
And, after earnest wrestling, still
I see the right, yet do the wrong.
Is't that He'd have me learn at length
Not mine, but His--the saving strength?
His perfect plan I may not grasp,
But I can trust Love Infinite,
And with my feeble fingers clasp
The Hand which leads me to the Light:
My soul upon His errand goes--
The end I know not. But God knows.
