HE knoweth how. The tangled skein of life
Baffles our efforts, wearies us with strife.
Each cord seems stubborn, knotted; and in vain
Is the exertion, energy and pain.
Not so when He the shapeless mass unfolds:
Straightened the tangles, loosed the knotty holds,
Gone ev’ry hindrance, smooth, and calm and clear!
How soon within His hand all tangles disappear!