God Moves in a Mysterious Way

A week ago friends of ours lost a grandson.  At times like this I am often speechless.  I wonder how to encourage... how to uplift...  how to grieve with them.

And then I picked up a book that had been sitting on my shelf for a long time... a book I had never read.  As I flipped through some of the pages, debating on whether or not I wanted to read it, a poem jumped out at me.  It's by William Cowper, and it's entitled, "God Moves in a Mysterious Way."

I had never heard this poem/song before.  So, I did a quick search, and I found a copy I enjoyed on You Tube.  It's by Lori Sealy.  (I have no idea who she is.)  She's added a new tune to the song, and added a little bit to the lyrics, but I think you'll still enjoy it.

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.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace.
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

God moves in a mysterious way that's often not my own
His wisdom guides each path I take, His mercy leads me home.

His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain.
God is His own interpreter and He will make it plain.

God moves in a mysterious way that's often not my own.
His wisdom guides each path I take, His mercy leads me home.
Help me to trust when I don't understand
Grant me the peace of resting in your plan.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform.
He plants His footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace.
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.