The following is a poem by Dora Greenwell, she worked with handicapped and mentally ill children in the mid 1800's. I hope you find it a blessing today.
I am not skilled to understand
What God hath,willed,what God hath planned
I only know at his right hand
Stands One who is my Savior
I take Him at His word and deed:
Christ died to save me this I read:
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior.
That He should leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange? so once did I
Before I knew my Savior
And O that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be
As I with my dear Savior!
Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength my solace from this spring
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior!