FAITH
Sometimes God's presence seems so real...
Beyond my comprehension;
And evidence of daily help
Demands my full attention.
'Tis then I feel I understand
The way He loves and guides me,
Because I know He holds my hand,
And travels close beside me.
But other times in fear I cry,
"My God, I feel forsaken.
The storm is wild, and I'm so weak,
My faith is sorely shaken!"
But at those times, by will I choose,
No matter what my feeling,
To trust in God, believe His Word,
And go to Him for healing.
I find the less I understand
His ways, far past my knowing,
The more I learn to simply trust,
And so, my faith is growing.
Betty Jo Mings
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