[Written for the Sentinel]

Trust

I know not what the years may bring
To me of peace or pain;
Nor when the young blades will appear,
Whence comes the golden grain;
But this I know: God's promises
Forever shall remain.

I know not, when the day begins,
What may befall e'er night;
Nor when the lilied dusk unfolds,
Where hides the orb of light;
But this I know: Omnipotence
Shall guide my steps aright.

I know not, when my heart is sad,
How I ought best to pray;
Nor how ofttimes to frame in speech
The words I long to say;
But this I know: God heareth me
And answereth alway.

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