God Knows Best Poem by Helen Steiner Rice
God Knows Best
Our Father knows what's best for us,
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain
We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer,
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear...
Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow,
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet tomorrow...
For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm,
And the sharp cut of a chisel
Gives the marble grace and form...
God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain
For every loss He send to us
Is followed by rich gain...
And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent,
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament...
For our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain,
So He never sends us pleasure
When the soul's deep need is pain...
So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make our spirit strong.
I just saw this today and fell in love right away with this poem. I tried to record my voice reciting this, and I got teary-eyed afterwards... Thank you for posting this. If you need someone to do voice over for your poems, just let me now.
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with spiritual insight.
God does know best wen I do things my way it never works so I try not to go round the mountain to many times as God really does know best thank you for your encouragement God Bless Louise
Ghastly tosh! Think of famines, earthquakes, tsunamis.God kills children to strengthen the parents? Really? There must be better way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2024 7:23:13 PM # 1.0.0
Growing trees are strengthened when they withstand the storm. Absolutely correct observation and a nugget of wisdom.