THE UNDERSTANDING SAVIOUR
(Written during a night of intense
pain)
The way is dark, the path so
rough,
The cross so hard to bear,
I cannot trace His ways of
love,
And yet I trust His care.
The pain is strong, the
sorrow deep,
I seem to be alone;
My faith at best is now so
weak,
Yet God is on the Throne.
I try to pray, it seems a fight,
And never can I rest;
But Jesus says, “I’m doing right,
My child, I know
the best.”
Thy Word has seemed to lose
Its power,
No comfort do I find;
Oh, Jesus, come this very
hour,
And heal my tortured mind.
Come, heal the wounds, take
my poor heart
And fill with love to Thee,
The One Whom men denied,
betrayed,
Then kill’d at
He knoweth sorrow, pain and
loss,
He trod his path alone,
And through His death at
His perfect peace I own.
I know that my Redeemer
lives,
He gives, He takes away;
To Him, my love, my life I
give,
There is no other way.
- ALAN G. FISHER.