MY POEM ON "GOD KNOWS."

God knows -- not I -- the devious way,
Wherein my faltering fear may trend,
Before, into the light of day,
My steps from out of this gloom are led.
And since my Lord path doth see,
What matter if 'tis hid from me?

God knows -- not I -- how sweet accord,
Shall grow at length from out this clash,
Of earthly discords which have jarred,
On soul and sense; I hear the crash,
Yet feel and know that on His ear,
Breaks harmony -- full, deep, and clear.

God knows -- not I -- why, when I'd fain,
Have walked in pastures green and fair,
The path He pointed me hath lain,
Through rocky deserts, bleak and bare.
I blindly trust -- since 'tis His will --
This way lies safety, that way ill.

He knoweth too, despite my will,
I'm weak when I should be most strong.
And after earnest wrestling still,
I see the right yet do the wrong.
Is it that I may learn at length,
Not mine but His, the saving strength?

His perfect plan I may not grasp,
Yet I can trust Love Infinite,
And with my feeble fingers clasp,
The hand that leads me into light.
My soul upon His errands goes,
The end I know not - but God knows.