Poem December 7, 1935 Issue

Confidence

ADAM DICKSON

Trust in God, whose love enfolds thee,
Trust and never be afraid;
Strong the arms that will support thee,
In the shelter Truth has made.
Thou wilt never be forsaken,
Though alone thou seem'st to be,
All around are guardian angels,
To sustain and comfort thee.
Trust in Him whose love enfolds thee,
Trust Him as the days go by,
And His kind and gentle presence
Will to you be ever nigh.
Straight the road that lies before thee,
Fair the land where'er thou be,
Sweet the voice that softly whispers:
Child of Mine, I am with thee.

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