V. Raymond Edman, But God!, (Zondervan Publishing House, Grand Rapids; 1962), p. 53
A father wrote to his son, Our Father saith unto us: Forbear to praise till we feel - Annie Johnson Flint
Who was faraway from home;
"I have sent you a beautiful gift,
It may be delayed, but &ls;twill come;
It is what you have wanted most,
And have asked for many days;"
And before the child received the gift
He voiced his thanks and praise.
"Your need shall be supplied;
Ask and receive that your joy be filled,
And My joy in you abide."
Shall we wait to thank till we see
The answer to every prayer?
The lifted pressure of care?
Nay, let us trust His word
And know that the thing is done,
For His promise is just as sure
Our Father saith unto us: Forbear to praise till we feel - Annie Johnson Flint
Forbear to praise till we feel - Annie Johnson Flint
- Annie Johnson Flint