I don't look back: God knows the fruitless efforts,
The wasted hours, the sinning, the regrets;
I leave them all with Him who blots the record,
And mercifully forgives, and then forgets.
I don't look forward, God sees all the furure,
The road that, short or long, will lead me Home,
And He will face with me its every trial,
And bear for me the burdens that may come.
I don't look 'round me: then would fears assail me,
So wild the tumult of earth's restless seas;
So dark the world, so filled with woe and evil,
So vain the hope of comfort or of ease.
I don't look in, for then I am most wretched;
My self hath naught on which to stay my trust.
Nothing I see save failures and shortcomings,
And weak endeavors crumbling into dust.
But look up - into the face of Jesus,
For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled:
And there is joy, and love, and light for darkness,
And perfect peace, and every hope fulfilled.
- Annie Johnson Flint