Perfecting its Colour Pattern

Romans 11:33-34  “O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? Or who hath been his counsellor?”

Back of all that foes have plotted, or those friends have wisely planned,
Human schemes or work of demons, moves a higher hidden Hand.
Man’s horizon is but finite; present mysteries ensnare;
Wrongs in vain call for avenging; Hope is tempted to despair.

But when God unveils the future, His exact and full reward
Will reveal an even balance in the judgements of the Lord.
Through the mystic fabric, woven on the great historic loom,
Runs the golden thread of purpose, not the iron threads of gloom.

Warp and woof are heaven’s making, pattern beautiful and wise,
Pattern hidden on the earth-side, perfect to celestial eyes.
Every action, every actor, great or little, foe or friend,
Like converging paths of empire to one golden milestone tend,
All minutest threads in woven in God’s complete design,
Perfecting its colour pattern, filling out its grand design.

Yet God’s people act with freedom, choosing whether love or hate,
Close alliance, bold defiance, slaves to no relentless fate.
True the Hand Divine is hidden, moving secret and unseen
Through the acts of life’s long drama, managing each shifting scene.

Nothing happens accidental. All that man ascribes to chance
Choice of God has first determined, nothing can escape His glance,
Men may cast their lots and gamble with their deeds as with their dice,
Count capricious Fortune mother of their virtue or their vice;
Man proposes, God disposes; all things His design fulfil;
Every human wrath unconscious serves to execute His Will.

This the goal of all the ages, highways, and by-ways, higher bend,
And despite all foes and factions, God is victor in the end.
So man’s festival of Purim, read in Faith’s illuminated sense,
Shall be seen in realms eternal as the Feast of providence.

By Dr A.T. Pierson