Ernest; "yes I know that one, it goes something like... GOD moves in a mysterious way. HIS wonders to perform: HE plants HIS footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm..."
Cecily; "Deep in unfathomable mines. of neverfailing skill. HE treasures up HIS bright designs. And works HIS sovereign will..."
Ernest; "Ye fearful saints. Fresh courage take: the clouds ye so much dread. Are big with mercy: and shall break in blessings on your head..."
Cecily; "Judge not the LORD by feeble sense. But trust HIM for HIS grace: behind a frowning providence. HE hides a smiling face..."
Together; "Behind unbelief is sure to err. And scan HIS work in vain: GOD is his own interpreter. And HE will make it plain." they both laugh slightly. the poem was so inspiring, yet they felt deflated. Their Christianity was one of the few things they had in common, so why didn't they feel closer? was this yet another bridge between them? Cecily turned away, had she been foolish to get this close? had she really thought she could love someone this way? no... no it was something else. something else had made her hope. was it GOD? or was she wrong about that two? infact she had felt wrong about everything sense she met Ernest on that windy fall night. yet she felt right at the same time. was that even possible? could she feel both ways? ...