Even so, Father

For everything I will give thanks,
Though “why” I cannot see.
It is enough to know that He
Has chosen this for me.
And He who only can do good
And give good things to me
Has given this that seems all wrong,
So — perfect it must be.
He sees afar into a still
Unknown eternity.
And in the light of what He sees
He’s chosen this for me.
So I may rest this yoke within
While learning more of Thee
The meek and lowly One in heart
Who bears the weight for me.
R.R.