Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Beautiful Words...

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower.

I'm reading through "The Mitford Series" by Jan Karon AGAIN! This will be my 3rd time through. It makes me laugh (JP can vouch for that) but occasionally the main character will spout of a verse of poetry or words of a hymn that I love. Anyway, that's where I got the verse above.
Blessings from the holler. Have a great weekend.

1 comment:

Farm Chick Paula said...

That is a beautiful poem!