Poems (Kimball)/We do not Know
WE DO NOT KNOW.
DEAR child, dear child, we do not know Why sorrows come and pleasures go, Why oft we fail when most we try, But God knows whyAnd we shall all know by and by.
We do not know, we cannot tell, But oh the Father knoweth well Why one is rich and one is fair, One sick with care, And this world's poor are everywhere.
We walk in darkness but He sees And shows us gently by degrees And step by step the hidden way, If we but pray, "Lord, make me follow Thee alway."
We must be patient till the end And leave to Him the way we wend; For never here our eyes can see The plan that He In mercy plans for you and me.
Our best is ill, our worst perhaps His pity cottons a lesser lapse; But every sin is very black And turns us back From duty's straight and shining track.
Sweet is the fear that will not dare Forget His law or spurn His care,And sweeter still the love that saith With every breath,"Lord, make me faithful unto death."