Stories of Freedom

My Father's way may twist and turn, My heart may throb and ache, But in my soul I'm glad to know, He maketh no mistake. My cherished plans may go astray, My hopes may fade away, But 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.