A Poem
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm. …
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
William Cowper
2 comments:
That is a nice poem, thanks for sharing.
Thanks for sharing! P.S. I was invited to go with my girlfriends to "Remember Me" this Friday, the 12th @ 4pm and I want you to come with if you are not working, are you?
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