Classic Poem

God's will is better than our will,
It's always right and good.
I would not have my way at all,
Not even if I could.
God holds the future in His hands
And scans the unspent years;
He knows the trying hours ahead,
The pain and bitter tears.

Oh! just to leave it all with Him
And lean upon His breast.
To know, whatever comes or goes,
That His dear will is best.
Oh! just to let Him have His way,
With heart and life and soul,
Brings peace so sweet and joy divine,
And leads us safely Home.

We cannot understand, sometimes,
Why things do happen so,
Nor why the way is often rough
That we are called to go.
But in the meadow's sunlight
Or through the mountain's cleft,
Hold Him gently by the hand
And know His will is best.