A Poem to Share

As a chronic worrier who seems to be getting worse over time instead of better, I found this poem/hymn by C. Margaret Clarkson refreshing when I heard it recited at a funeral today.

It's called THIS I KNOW:

I do not know what next may come
Across my pilgrim way;
I do not know tomorrow's road,
Nor see beyond today.
But this I know --my SAVIOR knows
The path I cannot see;
And I can trust His wounded hand
To guide and care for me.

I do not know what may befall,
Of sunshine or of rain;
I do not know what may be mine,
Of pleasure and of pain;
But this I know -- my SAVIOR knows
And whatsoe'er it be
Still I can trust his love to give
What will be best for me.

I do not know what may await,
Or what the morrow brings;
But with the glad salute of faith,
I hail its opening wings;
For this I know -- that through my LORD
Shall all my needs be met;
And I can trust the heart of Him,
Who has not failed me yet.