Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Today I am watching, waiting, wondering....
longing for His purposes to "ripen fast" as Cowper says.

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 sov’reign 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 flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

By William Cowper


  1. Hi Andrea...thanks for your comment on my blog. I have just read a few of your post and I hope that your husband finds work real soon. I can't imagine what you are going through, but I do hope you have a good support system.

  2. Thank you Sherry! I'm enjoying getting to know you through your blog! and just saw where you're in Atlanta - we are too. We have found a wonderful church http://www.gracenorthatlanta.org that has been such a blessing! Thanks again!