Today’s Pause for Poetry-Chance Has Not Brought This Ill, is selected from Streams in the Desert.
Chance has not brought this ill to me;
It’s God’s own hand, so let it be,
For He sees what I cannot see.
There is a purpose for each pain,
And He one day will make it plain
That earthly loss is heavenly gain.
Like as a piece of tapestry
Viewed from the back appears to be
Only threads tangled hopelessly;
But in the front a picture fair
Rewards the worker for his care,
Proving his skill and patience rare.
You are the Workman, I the frame.
Lord, for the glory of Your name,
Perfect Your image on the same.
Selected from Streams in the Desert
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A comforting reminder especially when nothing makes sense and everything seems to be going wrong. God is in control and He knows what He is doing. Thank you, Sandy.
It is a good reminder, isn’t Alyce? God’s in control whether we understand what’s going on or not.