In Every Thing, Give Thanks
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
When wintry winds and stormy seas
Make all the world seem bleak,
When hope is difficult to find
And peace is hard to seek,
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©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
When wintry winds and stormy seas
Make all the world seem bleak,
When hope is difficult to find
And peace is hard to seek,
If ever earth and sky should spin away
and love and truth lie crumbled at your feet,
when all around and in you cries defeat
and hope and faith seem merely words to say–
Though troubles come and troubles go
amidst this life of joy and tears,
while things we love and things we know
are sometimes lost to grief or fears;
To move a mountain was my aim,
the highest goal I could achieve.
I knew all things were possible
to every soul who would believe.
The water is wide and shimmers clear.
Each tree’s reflection, straight and tall,
stands witness to the majesty
of God, who has created all.
Though some have more and some have less
All have the gifts that He imparts
His children will find happiness
Not in belongings they possess
But in the longings of their hearts
Though some have more and some have less
The sun will rise each day, and night will fall.
We here can only wait, and watch, and see.
It is not ours to tamper with the flow
Of nature, nor mistrust her majesty.
Behold, He stands at the door and knocks,
Will any let this Servant in?
For He who drank the bitter cup
would sup with those He raised from sin.