Classic Poem

Sometimes the draft raised to the lips
Is dashed upon the ground;
Our fondest hopes are shattered, and
No comfort can be found.
The world seems dark; until the light
We were too blind to see,
Shows us Thy love, and bids us wait,
And rest the case with Thee.

Sometimes when day is done, and all
Our labor seems in vain;
Discouragement and bitter thought
Obscure the light again;
We cannot sleep, we lie awake
Bewailing destiny—
If we are wise, we close our eyes,
And rest the case with Thee.

Sometimes we think we wield-proud fate,
By our mere power of mind—
Build homes, rear towers, or castle Spain,
Forgetting Him—to find
Somehow, our plans are all upset,
And not as they should be;
And then at last, we see the light,
And rest the case with Thee.