Wednesday, June 30

Mist



I know not what shall befall me;
God hangs a mist o'er my eyes,
And thus each step of my onward path
He makes new scenes to rise,
And every joy he sends me
Comes as a sweet and glad surprise.



So I go on not knowing;I would not if I might;
I would rather walk in the dark with God
Than go alone in the light;
I would rather walk with him by faith,
Than walk alone by sight.


2 comments:

Sara said...

We don't have to see a mile ahead in life, just the step in front of us.

A Quiet, Gracious Life said...

Amen!