#8
….sometimes….
Not now, but in the coming years,
it may be in the Better Land,
we’ll read the meaning of our tears,
and there, sometime, we’ll understand.
We’ll catch the broken threads again,
and finish what we here began.
Heaven will the mysteries explain,
and then, ah then, we’ll understand.
We’ll know why clouds instead of sun
were over many a cherished plan.
Why sun has ceased, when scarce begun;
tis there, sometime, we’ll understand.
God knows the way, He holds the key.
He guides us with an eager hand,
sometime with tearless eyes we’ll see –
yes, there, up there we’ll understand.
The trust in God through all thy days,
fear not, for he doth hold thy hand.
Though dark the way, still sing and praise.
Sometime, sometime, we’ll understand.
PS: I wrote you those nice poems only because the honest ones would frighten you.
