There is, in life, a bright design—
   My soul declares it so.
There is a vision, still by me
   Unseen, but yet I know.
Another mind, another heart
   Has hoped on my behalf.
Another eye has seen in me
   That which I know not half.

A surety within my breast,
   More sure than can be shown,
Convinces me that I am here
   For reasons yet unknown.
But daily on my heart there dawns
   A fairer, fuller light,
A brighter morning, more aglow
   With clarity and sight.

Til here upon my earthly way
   At this mid-point I find
I can more clearly now compare
   The road ahead, behind.
The poignant, striking contrast here
   I can now mark with ease.
The path that seemed so liquid then
   Was really charted seas.

How could I then have doubted that
   One far more sure than I:
More wise, more true, more filled with love
   Was watching from the sky,
And working with relentless power
   To open there for me
The high road of His hope, His plan
   That I could not foresee.

My Lord, my God, I know that I
   Have not as yet attained,
But help me now more sure to walk
   Amid the unexplained.
To show that God ordains on earth
   The making of a man,
Which process is the prelude here
   To His eternal plan.

And when that moment golden comes
   When faith gives way to sight,
No hesitation shall there be,
   No backward look, no fright,
No flicker of reluctance then,
   For there I sure shall say,
“The mighty architect of time
   Designed it all that way.”

—Dave Breese