BLACK CAT POEMS
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My Father Knows the Way
Martha Lavinia Hoffman
My Father knows the way, His
Compare with any human love;
The best affection man may claim
Is as a candle's flickering flame
The the world-lighting sun above.
My Father knows the way, I turn
Toward the road I've traveled o'er.
O my weak vision, dazzled, blind!
My Father knew the way behind,
He knows the way before.
My Father knows the way, His hand
Holds tight the reins of
No star reveals the road ahead,
And yet His child should feel no dread
Although the night is late.
My Father knows the way, His eye
Can pierce the gloom that blinds my sight;
I hear the rumbling wheels go on,
Life's chariot o'er Time's road is drawn,
I know that all is right.
My Father knows the way, His ear
Can catch the faintest sound before.
He knows where lie the banks so steep,
Of Trouble's river, dark and deep,
He hears its nearing roar.
My Father knows the way, His care
Shall guard me through the blinding foam;
Nor yet forsake me when I see
Flash out on Life's dark mystery
The beacon light of
poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman