He Maketh No Mistake

January 31, 2011

Of all the things I’ve read in my life, the following poem may have influenced and blessed me more than anything else (besides the Bible).

It was written in 1932 by a pastor in Mississippi named A. M. Overton, who had a wife and three small children. His wife was pregnant with their fourth child but when it came time for delivery, there were complications and both she and the baby died. During the funeral service, the preacher officiating the service noticed my grandfather writing something on a piece of paper. After the service the minister asked him about it, and he handed him the paper with a poem he had just written which he titled, “He Maketh No Mistake”

He Maketh No Mistake

My Father’s way may twist and turn,
my heart may throb and ache.
But in my soul I’m glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
my hopes may fade away,
but still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
for He doth know the way.

Tho’night be dark and it may seem
that day will never break;
I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,
my eyesight’s far too dim;
but come what may, I’ll simply trust
and leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift
and plain it all He’ll make.
Through all the way, tho’dark to me,
He made not one mistake.


This has been such a blessing to me that I wanted to pass it along to you. Who could you pass it along to today that it might be a blessing to?

*Many thanks to A.M.’s granddaughter Jean Ann who gave me the accurate history of her grandfather and the origin of these powerful words.