Sunday Poem - Trust

Oct 28th, 2007

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The child leans on its parent’s breast,

Leaves there its cares and is at rest;

The bird sits singing by his nest,

And tells aloud

His trust in God, and so is blest

‘Neath every cloud.

He has no store, he sows no seed;

Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;

By flowing stream or grassy mead,

He sings to shame

Men, who forget, in fear of need,

A Father’s name.

The heart that trusts for ever sings,

And feels as light as it had wings;

A well of peace within it springs;

Come good or ill.

Whate’er today, tomorrow, brings,

It is His will.

~Isaac Williams

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