The End

For Buck
The End
a poem by Amy Carmichael
Will not the end explain
The crossed endeavor
Earnest purpose foiled
The clinging weariness
The inward strain
Will not the end explain?
Meanwhile,
He comforts them that are losing patience;
its His way
But none can write the words they hear Him say
For men to read;
only they know He says
Kind words, and comforteth
Not that He doth explain
The mystery that baffles,
but a sense
Hushes the quiet heart, that far, from hence
Lies a field set thick with golden grain
Wetted in seedling days by many rains
The end, it will explain
The end, it will explain
The end, it will explain

[@ccdg1066]

What a song! A joy to listen to and think upon. Bravo!🍁🍀🎈🌈

[@Pneumatheos]

Thank you!