On Providence

God works in wondrous ways
His perfect will to form.
His mercy rides the angry waves,
His love attends the storm.
We often wonder where He is,
when our small frail craft is tossed;
and hope gives out, and fear blows in,
and we think our course is lost.
But God never fails nor falters,
though we’re harried and swept about.
His course is onward moving;
His plans will all work out.
When you’re sore distressed and lonely,
and hope is lost on the wave,
just remember, His ways, though mysterious,
are true, and He’s mighty to save.
Let life’s storms surround and beset you.
Let the tempests rage and the gale.
Take your hand from the tiller and trust Him,
He’s the Master who never can fail.

From Embers – Poetry for Everyday Living
By Beryl Clemens Smith