I cannot tell what blessings you are
needing —
I wish you health — that portion truly
blessed;
Strength for life’s road; the gladness of
succeeding;
The joy of work, and, too, the balm of rest.
I cannot tell what burdens are upon you —
For burdens come, though face may show
them not;
But I would wish that God’s good hand be
on you;
That He may share whate’er may be your
lot.
I cannot tell what cares your heart may
carry —
For cares do come, as quickly come the
years;
But there is strength for all who on Him
tarry —
Which gives deliverance from all troubled
fears.
I cannot tell! Your needs, like mine, He
knoweth!
But, since He gave for us His very Best,
Shall we not find He lesser things
bestoweth —
And that, in Him, we cannot but be blest.
J. D. Smith