There
may be tribulation hiding ‘round the bend,
There
may be troubled times for me, I cannot tell;
I only
know that I shall go where He shall send,
Trusting
in His mighty hand to make all things well.
If to
the grave yard I must walk, bidding adieu,
To a
loved one I shall miss, I will not complain;
My blessed
Savior will be there to see me through,
His
tender love the healing balm to soothe my pain.
Should
friends betray and foes oppose, to Him I’ll turn,
If disappointment
rears its head, I will press on;
For
His strength and love and comfort I’ll ever yearn,
Till
someday a robe of white in Heaven I’ll don.
……….H. L. Gradowith……….
06-25-2001