He Maketh No
Mistake
My
Father’s way may twist and turn
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.
Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all, in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim,
But come what may,
I’ll simply trust and leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.
Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all, in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim,
But come what may,
I’ll simply trust and leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
-
A.M. Overton, AD 1932
This
is a poem I’ve used many times in Funeral Services. It is a poem that has been a real comfort to
many. It is printed in W. A. Criswell’s Guidebook for Pastors. What I did not know until recently is this
poem was written by the father of a beloved professor at Southwestern BaptistTheological Seminary. Dr. Bob Overton
grew up in Mississippi and pastored for years in Houston, Texas. He then began teaching at the Houston Extension
of SWBTS. I had the privilege of having
Dr. Overton as one of my professors when I was working on my Master of Divinity
degree. He was an interesting, pastoral,
outstanding professor.
Now,
back to Bob Overton’s father, the author of this poem.
“In
1932, my grandfather, A.M. Overton, was a pastor of a church in Mississippi
with a wife and three small children. His wife was pregnant with their fourth
child but when it came time for delivery, there were complications and both she
and the baby died. During the funeral service, the preacher officiating the
service noticed my grandfather writing something on a piece of paper. After the
service the minister asked him about it, and he handed him the paper with a
poem he had just written which he titled, ‘He Maketh No Mistake’”. -Rob Overton, grandson.
Read
the entire story:
A
great poem, and a great legacy.
-David R. Brumbelow, Gulf Coast Pastor,
November 2, AD 2016.
PS - This is an update of a previous post.
PS - This is an update of a previous post.
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