I know not, but God
knows;
Oh, blessed rest
from fear!
All my unfolding
days
To Him are plain and
clear.
Each anxious,
puzzled "Why?"
From doubt or dread
that grows,
Finds answer in this
thought;
I know not, but He
knows.
I cannot, but God
can;
Oh, balm for all my
care!
The burden that I
drop
His hand will lift
and bear,
Though eagle pinions
tire --
I walk where once I
ran --
This is my strength,
to know
I cannot, but God
can.
I see not, but God
sees;
Oh, all-sufficient
light!
My dark and hidden
way
To Him is always
bright.
My strained and
peering eyes
May close in restful
ease,
And I in peace may
sleep;
I see not, but He
sees.
Annie Johnson
Flint
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