Goodness
I know not what
the future hath
of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone
that life and death
God's mercy underlies.
And if my heart and
flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed
He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.
And so, beside the silent sea,
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him
can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where
His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
v.1.9.5