Radio Surfing

I am notorious for radio-station surfing. I skip from one programmed station to another until I find actual singing and not speaking. If, by some catastrophe of media, all my programmed stations are talking and not playing what they should (SONGS!), then I scan through random stations that I don't know. This catastrophic event took place tonight, but instead of being disappointed by not knowing the other stations, I was blessed by a new song. I stopped scanning because the song started with soft and easy piano. But when the words poured in, I was mesmerized. When I came back to the dorm to look up the lyrics, I realized that it was a poem by William Cowper before it was a song. There's such peace in it's resolution. It touched my heart 300 years after it was written. I hope it touches yours, too.



God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

-William Cowper, 1774