Saturday, June 11, 2016
I know not, but God knows; Oh, blessed rest from fear!
All my unfolding days
To Him are plain and clear. Each anxious, puzzled “Why?”
From doubt or dread that grows,
Finds answer in this thought;
I know not, but He knows. I cannot, but God can;
Oh, balm for all my care!
The burden that I drop
His hand will lift and bear, Though eagle pinions tire —
I walk where once I ran —
This is my strength, to know
I cannot, but God can. I see not, but God sees;
Oh, all-sufficient light!
My dark and hidden way
To Him is always bright. My strained and peering eyes
May close in restful ease,
And I in peace may sleep;
I see not, but He sees. - Annie Johnson Flint