It is nor for us who are passengers, to meddle with the chart
and with the compass.
Let that all- skilled Pilot alone with
His own work. – Hall
“Some things cannot be done in a day. God does not make a
sunset glory in a moment, but for days may be massing the
mist out of which He builds His palaces beautiful in the west.”
Selected
Some glorious morn–but when? Ah, who shall say?
The steepest mountain will become a plain, And the parched
land be satisfied with rain. The gates of brass all broken;
iron bars, Transfigured, form a ladder to the stars.
Rough places plain, and crooked ways all straight, For him
who with a patient heart can wait. These things shall be on
God’s appointed day: It may not be tomorrow–yet it may.
Streams in the Desert Volume 1 May 24th
by
Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
