You worked very hard to produce all of those things. But I struck them with rot, mold and hail. And you still did not turn to me,' announces the Lord.
We cannot know how much good comes from bad.
Trust is something people scoff at or attribute to naiivete, but I will trust in the Lord and He will justify me.
Choose Now Who You will Trust
I cannot know how far the heavens extend
Nor what depth has the universe
But that I should know greater than the Lord
so often do I assume.
What a fool, I.
He who applied the desire of His will
And the Earth formed and filled
Or I who struggle from one day to the next
To know my own mind
Whom shall I believe?
Will I count as certain what is best for me
Based on my puerile persepective
Drawn from only what I see before me
Or will I come back to the plan
Written by the master
Who has known every nuance
The whole world for a fact?