PEACE IN THE MIDST OF TRIALS

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 you’ve scribed my name.

You don’t 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 I’m with Thee.