THE MYSTERY OF HIS WAYS
God’s providential care for me –
things decreed before I came to be.
Mysteries ahead, and the road tomorrow,
a path of thorns, mingled with joy and sorrow.
Dark days – bright days – high and low,
God ordained a path beyond what we know.
As our days are numbered, may they all count,
may our praise go up to the everlasting Fount!
And I will remember, He is always with me,
and many of His ways will remain a mystery.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
