He knows it all - the winding path,

The sky o'ercast and grey,

The steepness of the mountainside,

The roughness of the way.



He knows it all - the haunting fear,

The doubtings that distress,

The wond'rings and perplexities,

And all the strain and stress.



He knows it all - each troubled thought,

Each anxious wave of care,

And every burden, every grief,

Or cross that thou dost bear.



He knows it all - thy weight of woe,

Thine often tear-dimmed eye,

The stabbing pain, the slow, dull ache,

And sorrow's broken cry.



He knows it all - but His to choose,

And thine to take His choice!

He knows it all! He planned it so!

Then trust Him, and rejoice!



Author: E. Margaret Clarkson