I do not know whether my future lies
Through calm or storm,
Whether the way is strewn with broken ties
Or friendships warm.
This much I
know, where'er
the pathway trod,
All else unknown,
I shall be guided safely on, for God
Will keep His own.
Clouds may obscure the sky, and drenching rain
Wear channels deep;
And haggard want, with all her bitter train,
Make angels weep.
And those I love the best, beneath the sod,
May sleep alone;
But through it
all I shall be led, for God
Will keep His own.
Author Unknown
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