er it comes to the mower. The tim ing may not be soon from man’s point of view, but God’s judgment comes with eternity in mind. Who envies the fatted bull? Being put to pasture simply hastens the animal’s ruin. The prosperity of the wicked simply brings him to eternal judg ment more quickly. The ruin of the wicked should not be cause for our rejoicing. It may comfort us to know BY FAITH, NOT SIGHT My path was filled with fear, with doubt; With eagerness I groped for light. Which path to take? Where would it lead? He said to walk By faith, not sight. The years are past when plans depend On mother’s word, on father’s might. Decisions wait; self hopes to win, But He says, "To walk by faith, not sight.” Life's years are few, my wisdom young, I hope the best, I want the right To love, to serve, to be loved too; But still He says, “By faith, not sight.” The world Is filled with struggling hearts; Engulfed by sin, they curse their plight, I long to help. What plan to use? But still He says, “By faith, not sight.” And so I bow at Wisdom’s feet, With yielded heart give up the fight, No more to struggle, win my own; Still mine to walk "By faith, not sight.” The moment comes; the victory's mine, He sees ahead; the way is bright; On Him my life, my service rests. I walk by faith, I trust His sight.
that God, in the end, is going to do all things well, rewarding each man according to that which he has done in the flesh. These, who are in sin, even though they prosper, need our full compassion and prayers as we seek to bring them to the Lord Jesus Christ. Let us not blow our top, when we see the wicked prospering and ourselves in the condition of ad versity. OUR RESPONSIBILITY It can’t be done by schedule, it’s a job for night and day, It can't be done by strangers and it can’t be done for pay. It can't be left to others while in search of fun we roam. The job of raising children is an all- time task at home. We’ll lose them on the corners of the town or city streets, We’ll lose them if we leave them to whomever they may meet. We’ll lose them if we trust them to the gods of luck and sin; We must share their joys to keep them and love their songs and grin. It’s an all-time job to train them how to cope with shame and sin. Nothing's colder than a door key when no mother waits within. And of all life’s disappointments nothing bitterer is known Than the cheerless bit of supper youth must get and eat alone. There can be no rest from labor and no time for selfish joys, If we fail in our devotion, we shall lose our girls and boys. But there’s nothing like a conquest and no victory so sweet As the triumph of devotion over pit- falls of the street.
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