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Not now, but in the coming years, It may be when with Christ we stand, We’ll read the meaning of our tears, And there, sometime, we’ll understand. |
| Then trust in God through all thy days; Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand; Though dark thy way, still sing and praise, Sometime, sometime, we’ll understand. |
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We’ll catch the broken thread again, And finish what we here began; God will the mysteries explain, And then, ah, then, we’ll understand. |
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We’ll know why clouds instead of sun Were over many a cherished plan; Why song has ceased when scarce begun; ’Tis then, sometime, we’ll understand. |
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Why what we long for most of all, Eludes so oft our eager hand; Why hopes are crushed and castles fall, Till then, sometime, we’ll understand. |
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God knows the way, He holds the key, He guides us with unerring hand; Sometime with tearless eyes we’ll see; Yes, then, ’tis then, we’ll understand. |
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Apple Valley, CA, United States
My dad Ernest Bruce has been with the Lord now for 25 years (now 2011). He would sit at the piano or organ and sing hymns and this was one he would often sing. He served the Lord in Alaska with my dear mother for 35 years enduring poverty, loneliness and physical trials so that he could make his Master known among many who seriously needed Christ. Now He has claimed His rest by God's grace.