"In Pastures Green"

He

has set me

in a place of pasture ~

 In Pastures Green?

Not always; sometimes He

Who knoweth best, in kindness 

leadeth me.

In weary ways, where heavy shadows be;

Out' of the sunshine warm and soft and bright,

Out' of the sunshine into the darkest night.

I oft would faint with sorrow and affright,

Only for this~ I know He holds my hand. 

so whether in a green or desert land,

I trust Him, though I do not understand.

And by Still Waters?

No, not always so;

Oft times the heavy tempests round me blow.

And o'er my Soul the waves and billows go.

But when the storm beats loudest 

and I cry ~

Aloud for help 

the Master standeth by ~

And whispers to my Soul,

"Lo it is I."

Above the tempest wild I hear Him say:

"Beyond the darkness lies the Perfect Day.

In every Path of thine, I lead the Way."

So whether on the hill-top high and fair

I dwell, or in the sunless valley,

 where the shadows lie~

What matter?

He is there.

Yea, more than this,

 where'er the Pathway lead ~

He gives me no helpless, broken reed.

But His own Hand,

sufficient for my need.

So where'er He leadeth

I can safely go;

And in the Blest Hereafter,

I shall know ~

Why in His Wisdom

He hath led me so.

~ From"Prayers of an Irish Mother,"

Compiled by, Mary Teresa Dolan

Dublin, Ireland

1934 

~ Beannaichte' 
23 February, 2016

~ To my Sister, my Irish Twin;

Sharon, May Our Lord continue to hold you, in the Palm, of His Mighty Hand.

 I Love You ~ Always!

 Your sister,

 Beannaichte'
3 March, 2012