The Question Marks Of Life
-Georgia B. Adams
So oftentimes we place on GOD
The question mark of doubt,
Because His dealings, strange and hard,
Are quite past finding out.
When all goes well and life is sweet,
Somehow we feel that He
In this way proves His blessings, and
We dwell in ecstasy!
But lo! When God begins to prune
Our lives for fruitfulness,
When endless trials crowd us in,
And grief begins to press,
In foolishness we misconstrue
The object of His will,
Supposing that our God allows
These problems for our ill.
Ah! Blessed is the man whose path,
Though filled with trials sore,
Resisteth not God's perfect will,
But cleaves to Him the more.
Whene'er we raise the question mark
Of doubt, Lord, help us see
The disciplines of life are meant
To draw us close to Thee.