Through A Glass Darkly

There seems so little I can know
As on this darkened path I go.

The future looms, a fearsome thing,
Shapeless and dim. What it may bring

My spirit dares not contemplate.
Yet I, a child of God, may wait

Its coming with a lifted heart
And soul serene. My only part

To TRUST. I thank upon my knees
The wise and tender Lord who sees

My future clearly as my past,
And who will lead me home at last.