What a fearful world it would be if things just happened with nobody to manage or control… We haven’t to do anything about it until tomorrow; perhaps tomorrow will have a light of it’s own for our direction.
For darkness passes; storms shall not abide;
A little patience and the fog is past.
After the sorrow of the ebbing tide,
The singing floods return in joy at last.
The night is long and pain weighs heavily;
But God will hold His world above despair.
Look to the east, where the lurid sky
The morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.
‘Tis good for thee
To walk by faith and not by sight.
Take it on trust a little while;
Soon shalt thou read the mystery right
In the full sunshine of His smile.