The will of God has always been
A thing that others seek,
While I go on complacently
From week to peaceful week.
I’ve seen how people hesitate,
Not knowing where to turn.
“How faithless they must be!" I say—
“When will they ever learn?”
I’ve even offered my advice—
Just pray and you will know
The road to take, the path to choose,
The way you ought to go.
In smug all-knowingness I raised
My spiritual facade.
“All things together work for good
To those who trust in God.”
Then suddenly my bark is tossed,
And threatens to capsize.
The spray is salty, and it stings—
I have to close my eyes.
My vision gone, and in its place
A host of doubts and fears.
The salty mist that dims my sight
Is now a flood of tears.
I look to others for advice—
I pray that God will show
The road to take, the path to choose,
The way that I should go.
Some people, though they hesitate,
Are blessed at every turn.
“How faithful they must be!" I say—
“When will I ever learn?”
How long, oh Lord, how long before
My sightless eyes may see?
How long before I understand
Thy purposes for me?
Must I be satisfied to wait
For miracles and signs?
Is this the only way to know
My Father's will divine?
Or should I take each step by faith
When there's no light at all,
And trust that God in sovereignty
Will never let me fall?
D. H.