God moves in a mysterious way

On Sunday I shared the poem, "God Moves in a Mysterious Way" by William Cowper (1731-1800), with Downtown Cornerstone. It's an oldie, but a goodie. You may be familiar with it. Over the years it has become deeply meaningful to me. Cowper was a contemporary and friend of John Newton (author of Amazing Grace). He struggled with significant bouts of depression throughout this life, even to the point of attempting suicide on a number of occasions. Yet, amidst his personal darkness, he learned to see and sense the mysterious, gracious and sovereign presence of God. It was out of this brokenness and despair he wrote this poem. If you're hurting, struggling or confused, take heart, my friends, God moves in a mysterious way. 

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purpose will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.