I do not know whether my future lies
Through calm or storm;
Whether the way is strewn with broken ties,
Or friendships warm.
This much I know: Whate'er the pathway trod,
All else unknown,
I shall be guided safely on, for God
Will keep his own.
Clouds may obscure the sky, and drenching rain
Wear channels deep;
And haggard want, with all her bitter train,
Make angels weep.
And those I love the best, beneath the sod
May sleep alone;
But through it all I shall be led, for God
Will keep his own.
--Sarah Knowles Bolton.