Your Father Knows
Annie Johnson Flint, 1923
God knows the need of my life,
For shelter and clothing and food;
In each trifling care of the day,
The word of His promise is good.
He knows my thought from afar,
The wish that I never have told,
And every unspoken desire,
His wisdom grants or withholds.
He knows the way that I take;
Each step of that way He has planned;
And, walking through sunshine or storm,
I walk in the shade of His hand.
In deserts untrodden and drear,
Where foes in the darkness may hide,
He leaves me never alone;
He sends me light and a guide.
God knows the need of my soul,
The trial that calls for His grace,
The weakness that leans on His strength,
The fear that looks up to His face.
He knows what sifting is best,
To scatter the chaff from the wheat,
And lay all my self-righteous pride,
Low down in the dust at His feet.
He knows me yet He can love,
Can wait with love's patience divine,
My stubborn and arrogant heart,
Its will to His own to resign.
He knows my frame is but dust;
He knows how much it can bear;
I rest in that knowledge supreme;
I trust in His power and care. |
