Chastening (Heb. 12:11)

I know not why His hand is laid In chastening on my life, Nor why it is my little world Is filled so full of strife. I know not why, when faith looks up And seeks for rest from pain That o’er my sky fresh clouds arise And drench my path with rain. I know not why my prayer so long By Him has been denied; Nor why, while others’ ships sail on, Mine should in port abide. But I do know that God is love, That He my burden shares, And though I may not understand, I know, for me, He...