While away a couple of weeks ago, at a friends place, I picked up a hymnal and opened to this page.
Not a lot has changed as it pertains to our spiritual passage mingled with our physical experience. Wouldn't mind visiting the islands with their fronded palms about now!
1. Within the maddening maze of things,
When tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!
2. No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.
3. I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
4. And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
5. I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
Not a lot has changed as it pertains to our spiritual passage mingled with our physical experience. Wouldn't mind visiting the islands with their fronded palms about now!
1. Within the maddening maze of things,
When tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!
2. No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.
3. I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
4. And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
5. I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
Written in 1867 by John Greenleaf Whittier.