Lately I have been thinking a lot about the sovereignty and providence of God. I came across this powerful poem that brought me to tears. What would happen to my life if I consistently saw God this way? Why is this view of God so rare in the Church today?
Sov'reign Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise,
All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
His decree who form'd the earth
Fix'd my first and second birth;
Parents, native place, and time,
All appointed were by him.
He that form'd me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb;
All my times shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.
Times of sickness; times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;
Times the tempter's power to prove;
Times to taste the Saviour's love
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.
Plagues and deaths around me fly;
Till he bids, I cannot die;
Not a single shaft can hit,
Till the God of love sees fit.
John Ryland (1753-1825) [taken from Paul Helm, The Providence of God (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 1993), 6.]