He Maketh No Mistake

My dad, a preacher/police officer (yes, it's possible) sent me this wonderful poem by A.M. Overton four days after Benjamin was born. It was written in 1932, so the language is a bit archaic. But the truth of the words give me strength. I literally cannot read it aloud without my voice cracking and tears flowing out of my eyes. God is *so* good to us, and He is in such control. I may not understand why, but I understand Who.

HE MAKETH NO MISTAKE
By A.M. Overton

My Father’s way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache.
But in my soul I’m glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.

Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him.
He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim;
But come what may, I’ll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.

by A. M. Overton (1932)