When I am sick and tired it is God's will: Also God's will alone is sure and best: ''" So in my weariness I find my rest, And so in poverty I take my fill. Therefore I see my good in midst of ill. Therefore in loneliness I build my nest, And through hot noon pant toward the shady west. And hope in sickening disappointment still. So, when the times of restitution come, The sweet times of refreshing come at last, My God shall fill my longings to the brim: Therefore I wait and look and long for Him: Not wearied though the work is wearisome. Nor fainting though the time be almost past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SAD, SAD STORY by MOTHER GOOSE EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 42 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH A ROOF IS GOOD by MARY CRUMP BOULDIN |