Poems (Clark)/By Faith not Sight
BY FAITH, NOT SIGHT
Father, the way is dark, I cannot see,—A starless night hangs low, And mournfullyThe winds, storm—laden, blow.
Mine eyes are blind with tears,— Reach thou thy hand;For else I shall not know Nor understandThe way that I should go.
All silently I stand,— Thou knowest all,The loneliness and pain; The tears that fall,—The hopes and longings vain.
And so I wait, because I know thee nigh,And that the love which heeds The sparrow's cryWill care for all my needs.
So, though the way be dark, I will not fear,Sometime the light will be All bright and clear,And I shall plainly see.
Then shall I understand Thy plans for me,—Why pain and loss were best,— Then shall I seeIn light and peace and rest.