Our heavenly Father never takes any earthly thing from His children, unless He means to give them something better instead. George Muller
An easy thing, O Power Divine,
To thank Thee for gifts of Thine!
For summer's sunshine, winter's snow,
For hearts that kindle, thoughts that glow;
But when shall I attain to this; to thank Thee for the things I miss?
For all young fancy's early gleams,
The dreamed - of joys that still are dreams,
Hope unfulfilled, and pleasures known
Through others' fortunes, not my own,
And blessings seen that are not given,
And ne'er will be-this side of heaven.
Had I, too, shared the joys I see,
Would there have been a heaven for me?
Could I have felt Thy presence near
Had I possessed what I held dear?
My deepest fortune, highest bliss,
Have grown, perchance, from things I miss.
Sometimes there comes an hour of calm;
Grief turns to blessing, pain to balm;
A Power that works above my will
Still leads me onward, upward still;
And then my heart attains to this:
To thank Thee for the things I miss.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
Springs in the Valley - Mrs. Charels E. Cowman