The Ways of God do mystify, sometimes I laugh, and often cry,
but always reaching out His hand, He lifts me up to understand,
His heart is always for my best, and so, in that, my soul can rest!
The ways of God, I can not know, the many paths He'd have me go,
Yet always knowing that He cares, supports me in the darkness there.
I will not fear to take each test, and in His goodness I still will rest.
Though I won't always understand, through all His ways He holds my hand,
I know that He meets all my needs, through all the ways that He may lead,
And though I sometimes fail the tests, in His forgiveness I still can rest.
So rest, my soul, in His sweet love, keep holding to His hand above,
Keep seeking Him for all you need, and following where He does lead,
just knowing that His way is best, and knowing that He loves you, rest.