Every Hope Fulfilled

I don't look back:

God knows the fruitless efforts,

The wasted hours,

The sinning,

The regrets;

I leave them all with Him,

Who blots the record,

And mercifully forgives,

And then forgets.

I don't look forward,

God sees all the future:

The road that,

Short or long,

Will lead me home;

And He will face with me its every trial,

And bear for me the burdens that may come.

I don't look round me:

Then would fears assail me,

So wild the tumult of earth's restless seas;

So dark the world,

So filled with woe and evil,

So vain the hope of comfort or of ease.

I don't look in,

For then am I most wretched;

Myself has naught on which to stay my trust;

Nothing I see save failures and short-comings,

And weak endeavors crumbling into dust.

But I look up --

Into the face of Jesus,

For there my heart can rest,

My fears are stilled:

And there is joy,

And love,

And light for darkness,

And perfect peace,

And every hope fulfilled.

by Annie Johnson Flint

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