My Father Knows

Waiting here impatiently,
And wishing for a chance to see
What future days will bring for me
When they have come to pass.

Trying hard to concentrate
On work that I have grown to hate,
My brain will not cooperate
And focus on its task.

Thoughts abound in such confusion,
Doubts arise in dread profusion—
Searching for the best solution,
I don't know what to ask.

When I'm distraught and overstressed,
One thing alone can give me rest—
My Father knows just what is best;
He'll have His way at last.

He guides me with unerring hand,
And though I may not understand
The way He leads me through this land,
My cares on Him I cast.

The love that gave His Son for me
To shed His blood on Calvary
Will last for all eternity—
It cannot be surpassed.

Why then should I distrust or fear
When circumstance upsets me here?
For He has promised to be near
Until the trumpet blast.

My life on earth will then be o'er;
I'll be with Him forevermore
To sing His praise, and thank
Him for The trials that are past.
D. Harman