Wait, Patiently Wait

Author unknown

Wait, patiently wait,
God is never late;
Thy budding plans are in thy Father's holding,
And only wait His grand, divine unfolding.
Then wait, wait,
Patiently wait.

Trust, hopefully trust,

That God will adjust
Thy tangled life; and from its dark concealings,
Will bring His will, in all it's bright revealings.
Then trust, trust,
Hopefully trust.

Rest, peacefully rest
On thy Savior's breast;
Breathe in His ear thy sacred high ambition,
And He will bring it forth in blest fruition.
Then rest, rest,
Peacefully rest!

He Leadeth Me

In pastures green?  Not always!  Sometimes He

Who knoweth best in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways where heavy shadows be.
Out of the sunshine warm and soft and bright--
Out of the sunshine into darkest night,

I oft would faint with sorrow and affright

Only for this--I know He holds my hand.
So whether in the green or desert land,

I trust, although I may not understand.
And by still waters?  No, not always so!
Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o'er my soul the waves and billows go;
But when the storms beat loudest and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by
And whispers to my soul, "Lo, it is I."
Above the tempest wild I hear His say,
"Beyond this darkness lies perfect day.
In every path of thine, I lead the way."
So whether on the hilltops high and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where

The shadows lie, what matters?  He is there.
So where He leads me, I can safely go,
And in the blest hereafter, I shall know
Why in His wisdom He hath led me so.
                              --John F. Chaplain

The Weaver's Plan

Author unknown

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me;
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Of't times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hand,
As the threads of gold and silver in the patterns He has planned.

Trials of Your Faith

by Gloria Roe
Trials of your faith

Are more precious than gold.
Each battle you win,
You add riches untold.
At the end of your strength,

In Christ you must stand.

And the medal is won

For the Master's hand.
Trials must come;
God has promised them too,
But when you trust your own strength
He can never help you.
Trust in the Lord
For His Word is true;
For God also promised

To see you through.
Trust and obey,
For there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus --

He will see you through.