Till We Come To The End Of The Road
Poor little motherless mule
Maybe you don’t know it,
but,
You’re started in Life’s
hard school.
Though you’re only a beast
of burden
God gave you a heart and I
know
All things created by his
wise plan
Have a place in this world
below.
I believe when the Creator
made you
That it was part of His plan
To leave you an orphan at
scarce three months
‘Tis the way that He ruleth
man.
Of course you haven’t the
wisdom
(For that matter, neither
have we,)
to understand why the kind
Father above
Should cause such things to
be.
Why he should take your
mother
And leave you an orphan sad,
Why from time to time
discouragements
Are heaped on my poor old
Dad.
But it is not mine to
question
The wisdom of God above
But yours and mine it is
always
To follow – and trust His
love
Oh it isn’t so much the
value
As it is the discouraging
load
We must shoulder along as we
ever press on
Till we come to the end of
the road.
Written by Ida May
Schaffer