Mysterious Ways
There are many things we can't explain
Like the sunshine or the rain.
The wind blows mystery through the trees
Bringing pain or bringing ease.
We only know that God knows best;
On His wisdom we can rest.
Sadness and joy come in their seasons,
He does not need to give us reasons.
God is good through every storm;
His blessings come in many forms.
No work of His is ever wasted,
Nothing can steal the joy that's tasted.
Through knowing He can conquer death
Sustaining us with every breath.
Light and shade blend in their place,
Leading to our saviour's face.
Smiling through our fears and tears
Till hurt and pain just disappear.
Rest in God's love and in His peace
And you will find a great release.
