Thy Wondrous Plan

Thy Wondrous Plan

Hear me Father as I cry,
Once again the question; Why?
Hold in Thine my trembling hand
As now I seek to understand.

My once secure and sound belief,
Now shaken in this hour of grief
Hide not Thy face on yonder throne,
Draw near and leave me, not alone.

From this darkness, set me free,
With mortal eyes that cannot see.
A smaller part of a greater plan
Known to Thee, believed by man.

In whispered voice, we seek to bless
This precious child, now at rest.
Who more than us now understands
The mysteries of, Thy wondrous plan.

Oh my Father, I believe!
But questions come when we must grieve.
Hear me Father, as I pray.
Why this child? Why this day?

A still small voice, I now can hear
"Cheer up your heart and do not fear,
Hold in thine hand the iron rod
Be still and know that I am God"!

A child has brought me to this place
Where love and faith my fears erase.
Known to Thee, now known to man
The mysteries of, Thy wondrous plan.

Dedicated to: Brett Thomas Clarke

William E. Lee