| The Joy of Service |
Chapter 12 |
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These are a few of the perplexities which are common in much Christian experience, with the Bible teaching which ought to relieve them of their disturbing power. By every Marah grows the tree which will sweeten the bitter waters. For every form of distress in our life God has ready just the word of promise, or the grace which will give comfort and peace. The trouble with us too often is that we have eyes only for the perplexity, and not for the peace that waits for us. If we were as quick to find the blessing as we are to see the trouble, it would be better for us.
“O Father, I am in the dark,
My soul is heavy bowed;
I send my prayer us like a lark,
Up through my vapoury shroud,
To find Thee,
And remind Thee
I am Thy child, and Thou my Father,
Though round me death itself should gather.
“Lay Thy loved hand upon my head,
Let Thy heart beat in mine;
One thought from Thee, when all seems dread,
Will make the darkness shine
About me
And throughout me!
And should again the dull night gather,
I’ll cry again, Thou art my Father.”
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