But GOD!

This writing is taken from a little book of poems my mother had years ago titled "But God".

                BUT GOD

I know not, but God knows;

Oh, blessed rest from fear!

All my unfolding days

To Him are plain and clear.

Each anxious, puzzledd "why?"

From doubt or dread that grows,

Finds answer in this thought;

I know not, but He knows.

I cannot, but God can;

Oh, balm for all my care!

The burden that I drop

His hand will lift and bear.

Though eagle pinions tire,

I walk where once I ran,

This is my strength to know

I cannot, but He can.

I see not, but God sees;

Oh, all sufficient light!

My dark and hidden way

To Him is always bright.

My strained and peering eyes

May close in restful ease,

And I in peace may sleep;

I see not, but God sees.

--Annie Johnson Flint--

CHRISTMAS EVE

On Christmas Eve,
everything seems right,
my favorite carols,
I love to sing,
" O, Little town of Bethlehem,
Silent Night".
I look at the tree,
and it's lights twinkling,
and Bing Crosby,
"White Christmas" singing.
O, come all you faithful,
and joyfully sing,
to our Lord, Savior and King!