Sunday, June 04, 2006

God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purpose will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain:

God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

- by William Cowper (emphasis added by moi)


Anonymous said...

Wow! I'd love to memorize that for certain times in my life.

Rachael said...

Andrea~! i hope you are doing good! miss you!!

ruth said...

thanks to my wonderful sister-in-law for the pics:):) I love you sis, you are so good at this sort of thing.

Wendy & Josh said...

Thanks for finding that poem. It touched us right where we're at. We miss you!

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