R5255-171 Poem: In Pastures Green?

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“In pastures green? Not always; sometimes He
Who knoweth best in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows be.
Out of the sunshine, warm and soft and bright,
Out of the sunshine into darkest night;
I oft would faint with terror and with fright,
Only for this—I know He holds my hand;
So, whether in the green or desert land,
I trust, although I may not understand.

“And by still waters? No, not always so;
Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o’er my soul the waves and billows go.
But when the storm beats loudest, and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by,
And whispers to my soul, ‘Lo, it is I!’
Above the tempest wild I hear Him say,
‘Beyond this darkness lies the perfect day;
In every path of thine I lead the way.'”


— June 1, 1913 —