Not Seeing, but Believing

NOT SEEING, BUT BELIEVING. LThis poem has received favorable commendation in wards and stakes where Elder William J. Kohlberg has recited it.He says it was presented to bim in time of trial, by a German sister, after he embraced the gospel.— Editors.] The clouds hang heavy round my way, I cannot see; But through the darkness I believe God leadeth me. 'Tis sweet to keep my hand in his While all is dim; To close my weary, aching eyes, And follow him. Through many a thorny path he leads My tired feet; Through many a path of tears I go. But it is sweet To know that he is close to me. My God, my Guide, He leadeth me; and so 1 walk Quite satisfied. To my blind eyes he may reveal No light at all; But while I lean on his strong arm, I cannot fall!