~ There Is A Key ~
There is a key to mysteries, a key that I can't hold
But, there is One who turns the locks
With key of precious gold.
He holds the key that I cannot, for life I can't control
He bids what comes, then bids it go
For all that is His goal.
He forms the plans I cannot see, for all His love may send,
My part is but, to trust that He
Is always my best friend.
He's choosing what will alter me, to strip me of the dross,
The what of me that's not of heaven
And is but worth the loss.
God holds the key, yet grants me much, that I can choose to do
So I must ask Him constantly
What way will lead to truth.
For there are doors this way and that, I do not know which ones,
Are right and good or needful
So God, I have to trust.
There are the times He opens wide, a door that leads to pain,
But I will learn it is a gift
For what will lead to gain.
He holds the key to all unknown, unknown is all there is,
Unknown each moment, future days,
The key is only His.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems İFeb 2012
Poetry from the Heart
# God holds the key of all unknown,
And I am glad;
# If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.
# What if tomorrow's cares were here,
Without its rest?
I'd rather He unlocked the day,
And, as the hours swing open, say,
My will is best.
# The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand; I hear Him say,
My help is sure.
# I cannot read His future plans;
But this I know:
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace
While here below.
# Enough; this covers all my wants;
And so I rest;
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I saved shall be,
' Joseph Parker (1830-1902) '