God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives thro';
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the laborer, light for the way.
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
~ Annie Johnson Flint
This poem was written in a card from my mom to a friend on Thursday, January 30, 1986. (It was written in her beautiful calligraphy handwriting.) It reached out to me and made me smile and cry. I'm sure she never anticipated how it would touch her daughter 23 years after she wrote it to someone else. I know she believed what is written in this poem with all of her heart and it brings me some comfort.
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