Sometime

Sometime

                        when all life's lessons have been learned,
                                                        And the sun and stars forevermore have set
                                                                       The things which our weak judgements here have spurned,
                                         The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet,
                 Will flash before us out of life's dark night,
                                                                          As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;
                                                  And we shall see how all God's plans are right,
                                                                 And how what seemed reproof was love most true.

Then be content poor heart;

God's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold;

                                                                              we must not tear the close-shut leaves apart--
                                                     Time will reveal the chalices of gold.
                            And if, through patient toil, we reach the land
                                                                   Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest,
           When we shall clearly see and understand,
                               I think that we will say,

 "God knew the best!"

The Best Is Yet To Come...