I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break
But strengthen and sustain.
No offerings of my own I have,
No works my faith to prove;
But I but can give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.
And so, beside the silent sea,
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
im looking up this poem today,anniversary of my fathers passing .its printed on his remembrace pamplet.i guess i just wanted to look at the author closer i realy enjoy this poem it soothes me thankyou for ur time
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