With questions fierce and subtle on my way,
And often have but strength to faintly pray;
But I can trust.
I often wonder, as with trembling hand
I cast the seed along the furrowed ground,
If ripened fruit will in my life be found;
But I can trust.
I cannot know why suddenly the storm
Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath;
But this I know—God watches all my path,