In "pastures green"? Not always; sometimes He Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me In weary ways, where heavy shadows be. And by "still waters"? No, not always so; Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow, And o'er my soul the waves and billows go. But when the storm beats loudest, and I cry Aloud for help, the Master standeth by, And whispers to my soul, "Lo, it is I." So, where He leads me, I can safely go, And in the blest hereafter I shall know, Why, in His wisdom, He hath led me so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ODES: BOOK 1. ODE 1. PREFACE by MARK AKENSIDE NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES |