ࡱ>  Root Entry( JrMatOST0¢ MMMN0 ND ( JrMicrosoft Works MSWorksWPDoc9qCompObjUC]_!#%')+-/13KMryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyS!!TO   "2 2 2 2 >=/d2 M t2 D T In My FathersHand My Fathers way may twist and turn, my heart may throb and ache. But in my soul Im glad I know, He does not make mistakes. My cherished plans may go astray, my hopes may fade away, but still Ill trust my Lord to lead, t is He Who knows the way. Chorus: I will praise Him for the dry times, I will praise Him through the rains. From the darkest night to the brightest morning, blessed be His name. I will cling to Him in trials, I will hide beneath His wings. For by faith I know Hell never leave me. Safely Ill remain in my Fathers hands. Tho night be dark and it may seem that day will never break; Ill pin my faith, my all on Him, He does not make mistakes. There is so much now I cannot see, my eyesights far too dim; but come what may, Ill simply trust and leave it all to Him. My Fathers way may twist and turn, my heart may throb and ache. But in my soul Im glad I know, He does not make mistakes. For by and by the mist will lift and plain it all Hell make. Through all the way, tho dark to me, He made not one mistake. Verse lyrics: A.M. Overton (1932), altered A retired pastor, who lost his beloved wife, wrote this incredible poem during her funeral service. Chorus and music by: Ralph P. Merrifield. He Maketh No Mistakes! My Fathers way may twist and turn, my heart may throb and ache. But in my soul Im glad I know, He maketh no mistake. My cherished plans may go astray, my hopes may fade away, but still Ill trust my Lord to lead, for He doth know the way. Thonight be dark and it may seem that day will never break; Ill pin my faith, my all in Him, He maketh no mistake. Theres so much now I cannot see, my eyesights far too dim; but come what may, Ill simply trust and leave it all to Him. For by and by the mist will lift and plain it all Hell make. Through all the way, thodark to me, He made not one mistake. A.M. Overton (1932) A retired pastor, who lost his beloved wife, wrote this incredible poem during her funeral service.  !&/Y_3KE K yuyuyuqmuyuguyuyugu$K M O yu  !#Hf$&/V|qqkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !|/Y[@Z\CyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyC]_!#%')+-/13KMryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy/JLo,FHjyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy E G I K M O yyyyyyK O |CO Times New Roman >=/>=/d