12:11 Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless
afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are
was so happy in my lot,
I was so glad of work or play,
I only asked that
I might walk
With others on life's common way;
My Father let the sorrows
That blotted out the sunlit skies,
That stopped the toil of busy hands
turned my laughter into sighs.
was so sorrowful, so spent,
I only asked to dwell apart,
And in the silence
and the dark
To nurse my bruised and broken heart;
My Father came and took
And led me forth in paths unknown,
He filled my days with crowding
He would not let me weep alone.
looking backward now, I know
How wise and kind He was to me,
all gone, the shadows fled,
His glorious afterward I see;
If He had left
me to myself
I know the joys I should have lost,
The good that I had lacked
How much I gained, how small the cost.
shall I doubt His love today
Because once more the mists arise,
His hand, though leading still,
Is hidden from my blinded eyes?
me to remember, Lord,
As 'neath the chastening rod I bow,
dealing past, and trust
Thine afterward for this dark now.