Poem June 28, 1958 Issue

CONFIDENCE

Florence M. Patterson

As the grass downtrodden
Springs ever upward to the light,
So shall my heart, when error's throes
Would all but crush the hope within,
Spring ever upward to my God.
And there in confidence and trust abide
Till 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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