God Moves in a Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

~ William Cowper

But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore.
~ Psalm 131:2,3

The Master is becoming my All. I am experiencing His great love anew! He is the Keeper of my heart, the Lover of my soul; I am His, and He is mine. Oh glory, joy, peace, and rest - I have found my place in the Father's loving embrace! Safe in the arms of my Lord, content to wait and be still, surrendered to His touch, my heart is quietly rejoicing, "Dear Shepherd, I want Thy will."