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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