Easter Cross

 Not now, but in the coming years, It may be in the better land,

We’ll read the meaning of our tears, And there, sometime, we’ll understand.

Then trust in God through all the days; Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand;

Though dark thy way, still sing and praise, Sometime, sometime we’ll understand.

We’ll catch the broken thread again, And finish what we here began;

Heav’n will the mysteries explain, And then, ah then, we’ll understand.

We’ll know why clouds instead of sun Were over many a cherished plan;

Why song has ceased when scarce begun; ’Tis there, sometime, we’ll understand.

Why what we long for most of all, Eludes so oft our eager hand;

Why hopes are crushed and castles fall, Up there, sometime, we’ll understand.

God knows the way, He holds the key, He guides us with unerring hand;

Sometime with tearless eyes we’ll see; Yes, there, up there, we’ll understand.

-          - Maxwell Newton Cornelius (1842–1892)