plain and clear Each anxious puzzled “Why?” From doubt and dread that grows, Finds answer in this thought: I know not, but He knows. I cannot but God can; Oh, balm for all my care! The burden that I drop His hand will lift and bear, Though eagle pinions tire— I walk where once I ran, This is my strength to know: I cannot, but God can.* Date: ________________ ________________ ________________ Place: ________________ ________________ ________________ Occasion: ________________ ________________ ________________