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God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain:
God is His own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
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Copyright © 2003-2008 Gunnar Bengtsson, Poetry Connection. All Rights Reserved.
Light shining out of Darkness
simple poem about faith, hope, and providence and standards of Christianity - that everything will be O.K. because God is in charge
Cast Away
Cast Away ic compared with the speaker because the spearker plans on talking about his own wretchedness and inorder to depict just how wretched he is - he uses the image of the cast aaway - when he is done painting such a dismal image - he states that he is in a worse state
cast away has some hope of going to heaven - the speaker doesn't
Helen from Canada