Count It Done
A father wrote to his son,
Who was faraway from home;
“I have sent you a beautiful gift,
It may be delayed, but twill come;
It is what you have wanted most,
And have asked for many days;”
And before the child received the gift
He voiced his thanks and praise.
Our Father saith unto us:
“Your need shall be supplied;
Ask and receive that your joy be filled,
And My joy in you abide.”
Shall we wait to thank till we see
The answer to every prayer'
Forbear to praise till we feel
The lifted pressure of care'
Nay, let us trust His word
And know that the thing is done,
For His promise is just as sure
As a fathers to his son.
- Annie Johnson Flint