A Poem from Ruth Bell Graham
The future is a blank without a view
That which I wanted most, You have denied;
I cannot understand (and I have tried);
there’s nothing I can do but wait on You.
Earth offered much, and I had, lingering long
outside her lighted windows, wistful grown –
till at my side I heard a voice – Your own.
Lord, how could I resist a love so strong?
Take all away. I am content to know
such love is mine – for life is all too brief
to grieve for pleasures bringing only grief;
give me but You; it is enough just so.
Enough – and more! Such love in You keeps growing –
in You I find my deepest joy complete,
all longing satisfied, and pain made sweet;
in You my cup is filled to overflowing.