Saturday, March 6, 2010

Spiritual Sunday

The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing,
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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Take care and God Bless!

7 comments:

Denise said...

Such a nice post.

Melanie said...

What a great poem. Thanks for sharing.
Have a good week. :)

Clif said...

Good words. Thank you.

Charlotte said...

So true and a perfect post for this time of year, or any time for that matter. Thank you for sharing.
Blessings,
Charlotte

Rhodema A. Cargill said...

Beautiful pictures and words.

Thank you.

Ginger~~Enchanting Cottage said...

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

daylily777 said...

Beautiful Poem ! Thanks for sharing !
Blessings,
~Myrna

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