He Knoweth

Bougainvilea Archway by Joyce Birkenstock

YOUR FATHER KNOWETH

He knoweth the need of my life
For shelter and raiment and food;
In each trifling care of the day
The word of His promise is good;
He knoweth my thought from afar,
The wish that I never have told,
And every unspoken desire
His wisdom doth grant or withhold.

He knoweth the way that I take;
Each step of that way He hath planned;
And, walking through sunshine or storm,
I walk in the shade of His hand.
In deserts untrodden and drear,
Where foes in the darkness may hide,
He leaveth me never alone;
He sendeth me light and a guide.

He knoweth the need of my soul ---
The trial that calls for His grace,
The weakness that leans on His strength,
The fear that looks up to His face.
He knoweth what sifting is best
To scatter the chaff from the wheat
And lay all my self-righteous pride
Low down in the dust at His feet.

~ Annie Johnson Flint ~

This poem speaks to my heart, encouraging me to rest in the Lord, who holds my very breath in in the palm of His hands.

What joy fills my heart as I ponder His daily care over me and His guidance as the years pass!

"I may not know the future
but I know Him
who holds the future
in His hands."