'Our restless, perplexed lives

Our restless, perplexed lives roll in rocky channels

There are streams among the mountains which, after flowing a little way on the surface in a current, broken, vexed, and tossing, amid rocks, over cascades, through dark chasms — sink away out of sight and seem to be lost. You see their flashing crystal no more.

But far down the mountain, amid the sweet valley scenes, they emerge again, these same streams, and flow away, no longer tossed and restless, but quiet and peaceful as they move on toward the sea.

Just so, our restless, perplexed lives roll in rocky channels a little way on the earth, and then pass out of sight, and it seems the end; but it is not the end. Leaping through the dark cavern of the grave — they will reappear, fuller, deeper, grander, on the other side, vexed and broken no longer, but realizing all the peace, joy, and beauty of Christ; and thus they will flow on forever.

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