This is Part 9 of things that help me understand the reason why something bad has happened, or at least help me accept it. I read and kept this poem years ago.
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 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 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.
― A.M. Overton
While verifying this poem, I came across an interesting background and history of it’s author. http://www.churchlead.com/mind_wanderings/view/1630
Climbing Downhill 
