Always

We may not always shiver
In the wind-blasts of the night;
We may not always grope our way,
In the absence of sunlight.
We may not always hunger
Through seasons of perpetual blight.
But we shall always wonder
At the absence of His sight.

We may not always groan and sigh,
And shed our solitary tears.
We may not always curse and cry,
But we shall always have our fears.

Our fears stick deep though warmth returns.
Our fears stick deep though light returns.
Our fears stick deep though bread returns.
Our fears stick deep:
Shall He return?

We shall not cease to wonder,
Though we may smile again.
We shall not cease to wonder,
Though we may feel some grace.
But we shall always wonder,
Until we see His face.