God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
-William Cowper
God's timing is absolutely perfect. Just when I am going through a down time when I feel like I am falling off the radar...lost in the woods...seemingly alone...God steps in and I am filled.
It is bound to happen every now and then. There comes a time when I ask- is there anybody out there? Well, deep in my heart I know God is out there and He provides encouragement through seemingly random episodes, that really are a catalyst for something good.
This poem reminds me of that.
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