“Disappointment—His appointment.”
Change one letter, then I see
That the thwarting of my purpose
Is God’s better choice for me.
His appointment must be blessing
Though it may come in disguise,
For the end from the beginning
Open to His wisdom lies.
“Disappointment—His appointment.”
Whose? The Lord’s who loves me best—
Understands and knows me fully,
Who my faith and love would test
For, like loving earthly parent,
He rejoices when He knows
That His child accepts unquestioned
All that from His wisdom flows.
“Disappointment—His appointment.”
“No good thing will He withhold.”
From denials oft we gather
Treasures of His love untold.
Well He knows each broken purpose
Leads to fuller, deeper trust;
And the end of all His dealings
Proves our God is wise and just.
“Disappointment—His appointment.”
Lord, I take it then as such;
Like the clay in hands of potter,
Yielding wholly to Thy touch,
All my life’s plan is Thy molding
Not one single choice be mine;
Let me answer unrepining,
“Father, not my will, but Thine.”
“Disappointment—His appointment.”
Change the letter then, dear friend;
Take in cheerful acquiescence
All thy Father’s love may send.
Soon will faith be lost in vision,
Then in glory thou shalt see
“His appointment,” and that only,
Was the right way home for thee.