ࡱ>   Root Entry( Jr1V MatOST1V 1V MMMN0  !"#$%&'()*+,-./0123456789;NDST ", , , , =/d, t , > T He Makes No Mistakes! My Fathers way may twist and turn, my heart may throb and ache. But in my soul Im glad I know, that He makes no mistake. My cherished plans may go astray, my hopes may fade away, but still Ill trust my Lord to lead, for He does know the way. Though night be dark and it may seem that day will never break; Ill pin my faith, my all on Him, for He makes no mistake. There is so much I cannot see, my eyesights far too dim; but come what may, Ill simply trust and leave it all to Him. For by and by the fog will lift and all things plain Hell make. Through all the way, though dark to me, He made not one mistake. A.M. Overton (1932) A retired pastor, who lost his beloved wife, wrote this incredible poem during her funeral service. Lyrics slightly modernized by: Adrian Vermeulen-Miller. He Maketh No Mistakes! My Fathers way may twist and turn, my heart may throb and ache. But in my soul Im glad I know, He maketh no mistake. My cherished plans may go astray, my hopes may fade away, but still Ill trust my Lord to lead, for He doth know the way. Thonight be dark and it may seem that day will never break; Ill pin my faith, my all in Him, He maketh no mistake. Theres so much now I cannot see, my eyesights far too dim; but come what may, Ill simply trust and leave it all to Him. For by and by the mist will lift and plain it all Hell make. Through all the way, thodark to me, He made not one mistake. A.M. Overton (1932) A retired pastor, who lost his beloved wife, wrote this incredible poem during her funeral service. 0p$('yuyuyuouyuyuouou$  02Wuqqkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !24Zv13Tv6VyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyVprtvxz|~&yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&(Le "$Gc %'<jyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyjyyyyyV&jTimes New Roman =/=/d ( JrMicrosoft Works MSWorksWPDoc9qCompObj:U