What Does It Mean? by Anna J. Granniss

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 18, 1915

What Does It Mean?

By Anna J. Granniss

It does not matter what it means, poor heart! The dear Lord knows; to bear it is your part; Nor think some strange thing happens unto you, Which he would not allow so if he knew. He does know. In his all-will Fatherhood, He knows it, and allows it for your good.

He is not hard; you do not think he is When in the dark you find your hand in his. When it was light, you tried to walk alone, And thought the strength he gave you all your own. You did not question what the blessing meant, Just smiled and took it, satisfied, content.

You did not think it strange; you thought he knew, And planned the sweet surprise that came to you. Tried one, then do you take life’s sweet and good, Yet cannot trust the tender Fatherhood, But think he makes mistakes whene’er he sends Some hindrance, which your eager taste offends? Or when he lets the wicked plot your harm, And stirs a whirlwind when you seek a calm, You think it strange, this trial, swift and keen, And in your weakness ask, “What does it mean?”

I think the language of God’s heart would read: “I love my child; I know his slightest need; “I long to prosper him in all his ways, To give him quiet nights and peaceful days; But if I do, he’ll loose himself from me, My outstretched hand he will not wait to see. I’ll place a hindering wall before his feet; There he will wait, and there we two will meet.

“I do it not in wrath for broken laws Or willful disobedience, but because I want him near me, I cannot wait For him to come; for he might wander late. My child will wonder, will not understand; Still, half in doubt, he’ll clasp my outstretched hand; But when at last upon my heart he leans, He will have ceased to wonder what it means.” —Anna J. Granniss.