I TAKE IT FROM HIS HAND
I will not take that bitter thrust which rent my heart today,
As from an earthly soul, though it was meant that way.
But I will look beyond the tool because my life is planned.
I take the cup my Father gives. I take it from His hand.
He knows and even thus allows these little things that irk.
I trust His wisdom and His love. Let patience have its work.
Though human means have brought the sting, I firmly take this stand.
My loving Father holds the cup. I take it from His hand.
Now those who watch may wonder why these things do not disturb.
I look right past the instrument and see my Lord superb.
The trials which would lay me low must pass through His command.
He holds the outstretched cup to me. I take it from His hand.