Prodigal: Where did they go?

Me: They wouldn’t mind me, so they up and left.

Prodigal: Well, here is something to help you.

This is from William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me. Psalms 38:16 (KJV)

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org