In pastures green?
Not always; sometimes He
who knoweth best, in kindness
leadeth me
In many ways where heavy shadows
be.
Out of the sunshine warm and
soft and bright..
Out of the sunshine into the
darkest night,
I oft would faint with sorrow
and affright,
Only for this...I know He holds
my hand;
so whether in the green or
desert land
I trust although I may not
understand.
And by still waters?
No, not always so;
Ofttimes the heavy tempests
round me blow,
And o'er my soul the waters and
billows go.
But when the storms beat loudest
and I cry
aloud for help, the Master
standeth by
And whispers to my soul, "Lo, it
is I."
Above the tempest wild I hear
Him say,
Beyond this darkness lies a
perfect day.
In every path of thine I lead
the way.
So whether on the hilltops high
and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless
valleys where
The shadows lie...what matters?
He is there.
So where He leads me, I can
safely go,
And in the blest hereafter I
shall know
Why in His wisdom, He hath led
me so.
Author Unknown
