Here is a poem I ran across the other day.

He Maketh No Mistake

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 the Lord to lead,
For He doeth 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 may be 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. Annonymus

In loving memory of papa- We miss you. Today we would have celebrated your birthday here, but instead we celebrate our memories of all the time the Lord allowed you to sojourn on this earth before He took you home.