I can not see why trials come, And sorrows follow thick and fast; I can not fathom His designs, Nor why my pleasures can not last, Nor why my hopes so soon are dust, But, I can trust. When darkest clouds my sky o'er hang, And sadness seems to fill the land, I calmly trust His promise sweet, And cling to his ne'er failing hand, And, in life's darkest hour, I'll just Look up and trust. I know my life with Him is safe, And all things still must work for good To those who love and serve our God, And lean on Him as children should, Though hopes decay and turn to dust, I still will trust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN by GEORGE CANNING THE PLOUGH; A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SPRING PLOWING by RUTH E. BILLEY |