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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.