appearance of my God's ways
me strange, puzzling and difficult
go and the wishes that I cherish,
still under care in the sea, will
sad heavy trickle of the day,
the I only pain and anguish brought
then I will reflect on one,
that God never makes a mistake.
If too high for me the Lord's thoughts,
too deep the well of his grace,
if all restraints waver baseless
the strength I lack the patience,
place if not my view no goal more
when anxious, tearful guard,
a Glaubensfünklein still proclaims
that God never makes a mistake. If
on unresolved questions
my heart trembles in despair, despair of God's love
wants
rises because of ignorance,
then I may put all my tired tendons
in God's hands and gently
speak at this Tears
that God never makes a mistake.
drum still, my heart, and let go by
what is earthly and perishable.
'll see you up there in the light,
that well the way he has. And you'd have
what is dearest to miss, so we went
by cold dark night, blessed
hold on to this knowledge,
that God never makes a mistake.
(of a soldier in Stalingrad)
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