Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Thursday, June 30, 2005


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I found the following poem in an old magazine, dated 1886.
In view of the many unGodly acts taking place in our world, It is sometimes hard to keep our focus on Jesus, our hope and our deliverer.
When we do, we know peace.
Isn't it wonderful to know that we are on His team?

"God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines, of never failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs, and works His soverign will.

Yet fearful saints, fresh courage take; the clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break in blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace,
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will not ripen fast, unfolding every hour,
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err, and scan His work in vain.
God is His own interpreter, and He will make it plain.