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 My Father's way may twist and turn, My heart may throb and ache, But in my soul I'm glad to know, He maketh no mistake. My cherished plans may go astray, My hopes may fade away, But I'll trust my Lord to lead For He doth know the way. Tho' night be dark, and it may seem That day will never break, I'll pin my faith, my all in Him, He maketh no mistake. There's so much now I cannot see, My eyesight's far too dim; But come what may, I'll simply trust And leave it all to Him. For by and by the mist will lift And plain it all He'll make, Through all the way, tho' dark to me He made not one mistake. - A. M. Overton |
 
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He was born contrary to natural laws, lived in poverty, reared in obscurity.
He had no wealth or influence, and no college education. Yet the profoundest
wisdom of men has never equalled His discourses.He never wrote a book, yet more books have been written about Him than any other. He never wrote a song, yet He has furnished the theme of more songs than all song writers combined. He never founded a college, yet all the schools put together cannot boast of having as many students. He never raised an army, drafted a soldier, or fired a gun, yet no leader has ever had more volunteers who have followed Him. Great men have come and gone, yet He lives on. All failed, but He never. He died on a cross, but conquered death rising on the third day. He ascended into heaven, is now seated at the right hand of the throne of God and will one day come again for all those who have trusted Him as Lord and Saviour. |
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