CONFIDENCE

As the grass downtroddenSprings ever upward to the light,So shall my heart, when error's throesWould all but crush the hope within,Spring ever upward to my God.And there in confidence and trust abideTill God's all-power, realized,Bids every trouble cease,And I obey His tender words:"Rejoice, My child. I made thee free."

Florence M. Patterson

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