I know not why His hand is laid
In chastening on my life,
Nor why it is my little world
Is filled so full of strife;

I know now why when faith looks up
And seeks for rest from pain,
That oer my sky fresh clouds arise
And drench my path with rain.

I know not why my prayer so long
By Him has been denied;
Nor why, while other's ships sail on,
Mine should in port abide.

But I do know that God is love,
That He my burden shares,
And though I may not understand
I know for me he cares.

I know the heights for which I long
Are often reached through pain,
I know the sheaves must needs be threshed
To yield the golden grain.

Tis that I thus may learn to love
And know as I am known,
I will not care how rough the road
That leads me to my home.

Until next month...

Chad Hymas