I read this poem recently and I thought you would be blessed by it.
When all the way is dark and strange,
With lights familiar gone,
How blest to close my straining eyes
And just let Christ lead on.
With thought perplexed and judgment weak,
And questions pressing sore,
What peace to say, 'He shall decided,'
And know my trouble's O'er.
When bowed beneath care's weary weight,
What joy to hear His call,
'Child, heavy laden, come to me!
And let thy burden fall!'
Be thou, O Christ, my wisdom, strength,
Till all my journey's past!
There is no other way for me
To reach my home at last.