A precious truth in poem form.

I came across this and hope it will encourage you as much as it encourages me.

This was written in 1932 by a pastor in Mississippi named A. M. Overton, who had a wife and three small children. His wife was pregnant with their fourth child but when it came time for delivery, there were complications and both she and the baby died. During the funeral service, the preacher officiating the service noticed my grandfather writing something on a piece of paper. After the service the minister asked him about it, and he handed him the paper with a poem he had just written which he titled, “He Maketh No Mistake”

He Maketh No Mistake

"My Father’s way may twist and turn,

my heart may throb and ache.

But in my soul I’m glad I know,

He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,

my hopes may fade away,

but still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,

for He doth know the way.

Tho’ night be dark and it may seem

that day will never break;

I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him,

He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,

my eyesight’s far too dim;

but come what may, I’ll simply trust

and leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift

and plain it all He’ll make.

Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,

He made not one mistake."

I'm so glad we can trust Him and rest in the knowledge that He works all things for good, even though it may often hurt terribly at the time. In eternity with the Lord, all tears having been wiped away, we will only remember His great faithfulness.