"He Maketh No Mistake"

This was a poem that Keith Johnson carried around with him. I was meaning to put this up in my last post, but I had forgotten about it. I believe the history of this poem is that A.M. Overton wrote it when his wife died from cancer. When John made a slideshow about Keith he intertwined this poem with the pictures. For those of us who knew Keith and knew about his struggle with depression it's perfect...

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.