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Chastening

I know not why His hand is laid

in chastening on my life,

Or why it is my little world

is filled so full of strife.

But this I know that God is love,

that He my burden shares

And though I may not understand,

I know for me, He cares.

I know not why my prayer so long,

by Him has been denied.

Nor why, while other ships sail on,

mine should in port abide.

I know not why when faith looks up,

and seeks for rest from pain,

That o’er my head fresh clouds arise,

and drench my path with rain.

I know the heights for which I long

are often reached by pain

I know the sheaves must needs be threshed

to yield the golden grain.

I know that though He may

remove the friends on whom I lean

‘Tis only that I thus may learn

to love and trust the One unseen.

And when at last I see His face

and know as I am known

I will not care how rough the road

Author : Unknown though from the Isle of Lewis