ANSWERS
I prayed for light, when over earth and sky
Clouds drifted low,—
The night came on apace, with wind and rain,
And blinding snow.
And on my heart there lay a nameless dread,
How should I go?
Clouds drifted low,—
The night came on apace, with wind and rain,
And blinding snow.
And on my heart there lay a nameless dread,
How should I go?
I could but wait, God surely would not cast
My prayer aside,
For He has promised in the darkest hour
To light provide,—
And when the storm beat fiercest, Truth appeared
My steps to guide.
My prayer aside,
For He has promised in the darkest hour
To light provide,—
And when the storm beat fiercest, Truth appeared
My steps to guide.
I prayed for guidance, and my feet were led
A dreary way,—
Down rugged steeps, and over chasms wide,
My journey lay,—
A desolate and lonely path was mine
From day to day.
A dreary way,—
Down rugged steeps, and over chasms wide,
My journey lay,—
A desolate and lonely path was mine
From day to day.
I prayed for patience, and a heavy weight
Pressed on my breast;
The sorrow that I dreaded most, crept in
To mar my rest.
Joy's garlands faded, and the hopes proved vain
That I prized best.
Pressed on my breast;
The sorrow that I dreaded most, crept in
To mar my rest.
Joy's garlands faded, and the hopes proved vain
That I prized best.
I prayed, and God my Father, answered me,
In His own way:
He sent the darkness, that unquestioning
I might obey,
And after night's drear tempest, find through truth
Love's perfect day.
In His own way:
He sent the darkness, that unquestioning
I might obey,
And after night's drear tempest, find through truth
Love's perfect day.
My prayer for guidance, too was not in vain,
My heart He knew,
And how the path I gladly would have trod,
Though fair to view,
Was not the narrow one that leads to life
Perfect and true.
My heart He knew,
And how the path I gladly would have trod,
Though fair to view,
Was not the narrow one that leads to life
Perfect and true.
And so He led me in His own good way,
And when I cried,
And asked for patience, then my griefs and pains
Were multiplied,
That my poor heart might sooner yield its will
To His, my Guide,
And through my tears and anguish, learn to trust
Him to provide.
And when I cried,
And asked for patience, then my griefs and pains
Were multiplied,
That my poor heart might sooner yield its will
To His, my Guide,
And through my tears and anguish, learn to trust
Him to provide.