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SOMETIMES I ALMOST WONDER |
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SOMETIMES
I almost wonder if my Lord doth really know
About
the many little things that wound my poor heart
so.
I
can but wonder if He knows the anguish of my soul,
When
tempests beat upon my head, and surging billows
roll;
I
wonder if He hears at night my weary, longing
sighs,
I
wonder if He sees the tears that tremble in mine
eyes!
I
wonder if my burdens weigh upon His tender heart,
And in my many sorrows, if His great love shares a part!
Ah! no, I will not wonder. I will silence
every fear,
I’ve read that “in His bottle He doth
treasure up each tear;”
I
know that He who heeds the smallest sparrow when it
falls,
Will
surely, surely hearken when His own child feebly
calls;
I
know that He who stilled the waves on Galilee’s dark
sea,
Will
bid the storms of life, “ Be still,” that rudely threaten
me.
Ah! no, I do not wonder, I am sure my Lord cloth know
About the many, many things that wound my poor heart so!
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