But this we know, we're in God's
And God doth guide our bark where
we should go,
Will guide aright our footsteps; He
And He the helmsman of our bark
Will guide aright, His love can never
Tho' storms and floods o'ertake us,
tears and grief,
Until we fear we'll soon be ship-
wrecked on some reef,
Nor doth the silver lining of the
Thus to dispel our doubts or dry the
Until we see God's hand is guiding on
And learn to say with faith, "Thy
will be done."
Frail man may think he's at the helm
To guide his own bark through this
'Tis true we shape our destiny to
But all things must be done with His
And after all our hopes may not avail
His way is best; His love can never
So place we still our trust in God
and be content
Though storms of doubt o'ertake us.
Through deeper gloom. He our
Still points us onward to our grand
And when at last we reach our heav-
We'll see why then, we'll "Know as
as we are known."
__Nettie Squire Sutton.
A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)