NOT  YET

I look up into the sky,

and cry why,

why aren't you coming now,

and I hear Him say,

not yet, not yet,

all my sheep,

are not in the fold today.

I look into the shy,

and say when,

when are you coming again?

Then I hear Him say,

not yet, not yet,

there are still precious sheep,

sheep that are astray.

I look up,

and now bow,

saying thy will be done,

King of Kings, God's only Son!

Purpose in Suffering

If none were sick and none were sad,
What service would we render?
I think if we were always glad,
We scarcely could be tender.

Did our beloved never need
Our patient ministration,
Earth would grow cold, and miss, indeed,
Its sweetest consolation.

If sorrow never claimed our heart,
And every wish were granted,
Patience would die, and
Life would be disenchanted.

[ Author unknown ]