Hope

E. JEWEL ROBINSON

Still in my heart a faint glow burned,
An ember that refused to die;
With faltering hope to God I turned,
And prayed that He might heed my cry.

The struggle had been long and sore
While evil seemed to hold the sway;
But yet, I trusted Him the more,
And through this trusting learned to pray.

No more to some far-distant Lord
Spread I my hands and vainly plead;
But when my thoughts with His accord,
I find supply for every need.

Since I have learned that naught but God
Creates and governs all that's real,
No more I spurn the chast'ning rod,
But strive my will with His to seal.

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