Bright were the blossoms on every bough;
I trusted him when the roses were blooming;
I trust him now . . .
Small was my faith should it weakly falter,
Now that the roses have ceased to blow;
Frail was the trust that now should alter,
Doubting his love when storm clouds grow.
The Song of a Bird in the Winter Storm
from Streams in the Desert
How often we falter during the stormy times in our lives when we should always remember the Lord is with us in good times and bad.
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7 comments:
Such a nice post.
What a great poem. Thanks for sharing.
Have a good week. :)
Good words. Thank you.
So true and a perfect post for this time of year, or any time for that matter. Thank you for sharing.
Blessings,
Charlotte
Beautiful pictures and words.
Thank you.
This is a great poem. I always feel close to the Lord after a storm, it's just so beautiful and clean, clear, fresh.I always feel closer to the Lord after I have a storm in mylife as well.
God Bless,
Ginger
Beautiful Poem ! Thanks for sharing !
Blessings,
~Myrna
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