For   Mrs. Billy Ann Gray    By  Dean Beaty  8/25/04
So many things we do not know.
The why of trials through which we go.
And yet to Thee, all things are known.
Someday to me, they will be shown.
Upon Thy palms youíve scribed my name.
You donít forget, dust is my frame.
Your loving heart sees to my care
Giving no more than I can bare.
I turn my face unto the wall,
For this alone, on Thee I call.
The strength to trust Thee as I should.
To know all things work out for good.
I dare not ask my life prolong.
Outside Thy will, it would be wrong.
But this one thing Thou givest me.
I have Thy peace, till Iím with Thee.