Something Special

Although the way be lonely,

And dark the shadows fall;

Wherever it may lead,

My Father planned it all.

The sun may shine tomorrow,

The shadows break and flee;

It will be the way He chooses,

The Father's plan for me.

He guides my halting footsteps

Along the weary way;

For well He knows the pathway

Will lead to endless day.

A day of light and gladness,

On which no shade will fall,

All this at last awaits me,

My Father planned it all.

I sing through shade and sunshine,

No matter what befalls

His way is best, it leads to rest;

My Father planned it all.

~ author unknown ~