This was sent by my friend, John Beal. Not certain the author.
At the end of the poem, I have attached one of my favorite verses. May this bless you as it blessed me.
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform: He plants His footsteps upon the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye 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 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.
This reminds me of one of my favorite verses:
Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go, for to You I lift up my soul. Rescue me from my enemies, O LORD, for I hide myself in You. Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God; May Your good Spirit lead me on level ground. [Psa 143:8-10 NIV]
As you look to Christ, may your spirit be lifted this Christmas season and throughout the coming year. Amen.