HE MAKES NO MISTAKE


My Father's way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad I know,
He makes no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He does know the way.

Though night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He makes no mistake.

There is so much now I cannot see
My eyesight is 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 will make
Through all the way, though dark to me,
He made not one mistake.

                                A.M. Overton
Love

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
      Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
      From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
       If I lacked anything.

"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here":
       Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
       I cannot look on thee."
 Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
     "Who made the eyes but I?"

 "Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
        Go where it doth deserve."
  "And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
         "My dear, then I will serve."
  "You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
           So I did sit and eat.






He Giveth More Grace

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His Mercy
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

His Love has no limit; His grace has no measure;
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again

                                            Annie Johnson Flint
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