I CAN TRUST

I cannot see, with my small human sight,

Why God should lead this way or that for me;

I only know he saith, "Child, follow me."

But I can trust.

I know not why my path should be at times

So straitly hedged, so strongly barred before;

I only know God could keep wide the door;

But I can trust.

I find no answer, often, when beset

With questions fierce and subtle on my way,

And often have but strength to faintly pray;

But I can trust.

I often wonder, as with trembling hand

I cast the seed along the furrowed ground,

If ripened fruit will in my life be found;

But I can trust.

I cannot know why suddenly the storm

Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath;

But this I know--God watches all my path,

And I can trust.

I may not draw aside the mystic veil

That hides the unknown future from my sight;

Nor know if for me waits the dark or light;

But I can trust.

I have no power to look across the tide,

To see, while here, the land beyond the river;

But this I know, I shall be God's forever;

So I can trust.

The world is wide

In time and tide,

And God is guide;

Then do not hurry.

That man is blest

Who does his best

And leaves the rest;

Then do not worry.

--Charles F. Deems.