I may not know the reason why
Dark clouds so often veil the sky,
But though my sea be smooth or rough,
The Lord knows why, and that’s enough.
O yes, He knows, the Lord knows why
These things are ordered from on high;
And though dark clouds may hide the sun,
The Lord knows why—His will be done.
I may not know why I am led
So often in the paths I dread,
But, trusting Him, I’ll press my way;
The Lord knows why—I will obey.
I may not know why death should come
To take the dear ones from my home,
But, though mine eyes with tears be dim,
The Lord knows why—I’ll trust in Him.
So, though I may not understand
The leadings of my Father’s hand,
I know to all He has the key—
He understands each mystery.