"The Right Way" a poem by Frances Ridley Havergal
I was looking through an old album, found this and wanted to share... LORD, is it still the right way, though I cannot see Thy face, Though I do not feel Thy presence and Thine all-sustaining grace? Can even this be leading through the bleak and sunless wild To the City of Thy holy rest, the mansions undefiled? LORD, is it still the right way? A while ago I passed Where every step seemed thornier and harder than the last; Where bitterest disappointment and inly aching sorrow Carved day by day a weary cross, renewed with every morrow. The heaviest end of that strange cross I knew was laid on Thee; So I could still press on, secure of Thy deep sympathy. Our upward path may well be steep, else how were patience tried? I knew it was the right way, for it led me to Thy side. But now I wait alone amid dim shadows dank and chill; All moves and changes round me, but I seem standing still; Or every feeble footstep I urge towards the light Seems but to lead me farther into the silent ...