This much I know: <br />God does not wrong us here, <br />Though oft His judgments seem severe <br />And reason falters 'neath the blow, <br />Some day we'll learn 'twas better so. <br /> <br />So oft I've erred <br />In trifling matters of my own concern; <br />So oft I've blundered at the simplest turn, <br />Chosen the false path or the foolish word <br />That what I call my judgment seems absurd. <br /> <br />My puny reason cries <br />Against the bitter and the cruel blows, <br />Measuring the large world by the inch it knows, <br />Seeing all joy and pain through selfish eyes, <br />Not knowing hurt and suffering may be wise. <br /> <br />But I have come to see, <br />So vast God's love, so infinite His plan <br />That it is well it was not left to man <br />To alter or to say what is to be, <br />When reason failed, faith also then would flee. <br /> <br />God knoweth best! <br />Through the black night and agony of grief <br />Faith whispers low: 'Hold fast to your belief! <br />In time His purpose He shall manifest, <br />Then shall you learn how greatly you were blest.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faith-301/
