WHY GOD’S CHILDREN SUFFER
I love my child, I note his slightest need;
I long to prosper him in all his ways,
To give him quiet nights and peaceful days;
But if I do, he’ll lose himself from Me–
My outstretched hand he will not wait to see,
I’ll place a hindering wall before his feet;
There he will wait, and there we two will meet,
I do it not in wrath for broken laws
Or willful disobedience, but because
I want him nearer, and I cannot wait
For him to come, for he might wander late.
My child will wonder, will not understand,
Still half in doubt he’ll clasp My outstretched hand;
But when at last upon My heart he leans,
He will have ceased to wonder what it means./
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