Since time began and man fell because of his sin,
Man has wondered and questioned about the trouble we are in.
Is God any respecter of person, we often ask?
Does He understand when we are doing our task?
Why do good people suffer who have done no awful wrong?
Why do we hurt inside and sometimes lose our song?
God is refining His gold, it must be tested by fire,
He must make us fit for Heaven, regardless of what we desire.
The farmer trims the vine in order to produce more fruit,
God prunes the bad out of our lives though our minds it may not suit.
Cast all your care upon Him, He careth for you,
Let not your heart be troubled, He will bring you through.
No night is so dark that He does not see,
Safe in the arms of Jesus, He will take care of you and me.
A lot of things I don’t understand travelling each mile,
But, He will be with us and we’ll understand after awhile.
Newell C. McMahan
Use of poem kindly permitted by Sherrills Ford Independent Baptist Church (USA)
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