Monday, November 3, 2014

Annie's Reply



Annie’s Reply

I  could almost hear the violins and cellos as I wrote my last post.  All it lacked was Susan Boyle belting out, "Will the sun really come out tomorrow, Annie?" with music composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber.  A few days after I published the post, however,  Annie replied.  Not anne Sullivan Macy, but Annie Johnson Flint.  So from the depths of my memory during a healing moment comes another poem:

God Hath Not Promised
By Annie Johnson Flint

God hath not promised skies always blue
Flower strewn pathways, all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.

God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptations, 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 labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain, rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.


Annie Johnson Flint's biography is even more powerful than her poetry.  Here is a woman who really mastered loving what is left.  For her and her words I am truly grateful.  You will find more of her poems and biography online.

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