THE MASTER’S WAY
Not ours to know the reason
Why unanswered is our prayer
But ours to wait for God’s own time
To lift the cross we bear.
Not ours to know the reason
Why from loved ones we must part
But ours to live in faith and hope
Though bleeding to the heart.
Not ours to know the reason
Why this anguish, strife and pain,
But ours to know a crown of thorns
Sweet graces for us gain.
A cross, a bleeding heart and crown
What greater graces are given?
Be still my heart and murmur not
These are the keys to heaven.
Your loving husband and family
