Providence

A minute here, a minute there,
     Lord, You give all our time,
For all is Yours while we are here–
     All woven in Your rhyme.

This world is heaven’s ante-room,
     A place where we are trained,
And we are not with Satan doomed
     To suffer endless pain.

As time unfolds Your providence,
     We see in retrospect;
Our lives are not by earthly chance,
     But You in time perfect.

Through suffering, danger we proceed,
     Your Son our burdens bears,
And we know joy as Blood He bleeds
     To wash away our cares.

Then when we finish this world’s race,
     We into heaven step,
And we see presence of Your grace
     In us–Your purpose kept. 

ON THE OCCASION OF OUR
62ND WEDDING ANNIVERSARY