Poem February 26, 1955 Issue

GOD CARES

Benjamin H. Woodcock

Dost thou doubt? Doth God seem far apart from thee?
Doth a question in thy thought arise?
Come, consider these.
Clean the gentle, fruitful lesson
Which they yield:
A flower, fragrant, fair,
Or budded beauty, still to be revealed,
A friendly spreading, leafy tree—
Or other growing things—
Lovely are all three:
Flower, bud, or tree.

There is no work nor art
However skilled the mortal plan
Or worker's hand or brush
That can compare
To God's eternal Love,
His purity sublime.
Molded, glowing forth in these
Radiant creations of His design.
Lovely are all three:
Flower, bud, or tree.

Arise, O troubled, doubting one.
Take heart; have faith.
Lift up thy thought.
Be glad. Rejoice!
For Love divine who created thee and these
Loves thee.
And in Him thou ever dost abide
Where'er thou art.
More dear to Him art thou than
Flower, bud, or tree—
Lovely though they be.

Benjamin H. Woodcock

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