Though today's hopes disappoint,
Men be cruel, and heavy care
Wear on sinew, nerve and joint.
Come the cross, come thorn and nail,
Think on this: Christ does not fail.
Think as well: He knows all things,
Yet He lets so much befall—
Judas' kiss, the scourge's stings,
Mocking voices, acrid gall,
Gushing side, frame still and pale—
Nonetheless, Christ does not fail.
He knew every blow would fall,
From what quarter it would come;
Yet, with angels at His call,
Drank each drop, nor lost a crumb.
Knowing all, He did not quail.
Own the truth: Christ does not fail.
He knows every wound you feel;
Knows as well the hurt you do.
Slowly though His hand may heal,
All goes graciously for you.
First, before you kick and wail,
Call to mind: Christ does not fail.
In His time, and by His means,
Every woe will be repaid,
Heart that for swift justice keens
Beat with joy that cannot fade.
Debt forgiven, blazed His trail,
Wait and see: Christ does not fail.
IMAGE: Carl Bloch, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons. NOTE: I guess, before this starts circulating the internet (as if), I'd better assert my authorship. Just in case anyone wonders where this came from.
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