Acquiessence

My words soar into empty air,
I know He is listening there.
“Grant me the faith to trust in Thee,
Thou knowest what is best for me,”

When all alone, in dark I fear;
I feel His tender presence near.
“Give me strength,” is my breathless plea.
“Thou knowest what is best for me.”

I cannot see the end is nigh,
“Thy will be done,” I softly cry.
Harder words there will never be,
“Thou knowest what is best for me.”

When trials I have overcome
And fearsome battles I have won,
A subtle change helps me to see
Thou knowest what is best for me.

A soft embrace to say, “I care,”
I know that He has heard my prayer.
His gentle love has taught that He
Will always know what’s best for me.