Sometime

Sometime, when all life’s lessons have been learned,

And sun and stars forevermore have set,

The things which our weak judgment here have spurned—

The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet—

Will flash before us out of life’s dark night,

As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue,

And we shall see how all God’s plans were right,

And how, what seemed reproof was love most true.

And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh,

God’s plans go on as best for you and me;

How, when we called, He heeded not our cry

Because His wisdom could the end foresee;

And even as prudent parents disallow

Too much of sweet to craving babyhood,

So God, perhaps is keeping from us now

Life’s sweetest things, because it seemeth good.

And if sometime, commingled with life’s wine

We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink,

Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine

Pours out this lotion for your lips to drink.

And if some friend we love is lying low,

Where human kisses cannot reach his face,

Oh! Do not blame the loving Father so,

But wear your sorrow with obedient grace.

And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath

Is not the sweetest gift God sends His friend;

And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death

Conceals the fairest boon His love can send;

If we could push ajar the gates of life

And stand within and all God’s workings see;

We could interpret all this doubt and strife,

And for each mystery could find a key.

But not today. Then be content, poor heart;

God’s plans, like lilies, pure and white, unfold;

We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart—

Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.

And if, through patient toil, we reach the land

Where tired feet with sandals loose, may rest—

When we shall clearly know and understand;

I think that we will say, “God knows the best.”

–Author unknown