I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I will believe the Hand that never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good to me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the still realm above;
I shall believe it is an all-wise Love
Which has refused those things for which I yearn;
And though at times I can not keep from grieving,
Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing undimmed shall burn.
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain
And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
I will believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And though I groan and tremble with my crosses,
I yet shall see through severest losses
The greater gain.
I will not doubt, well-anchored in the faith,
Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
So strong its courage that it shall not quail
To breast the mighty unknown sea of death.
O, may I cry, when body parts with spirit,
“I do not doubt,” so listening worlds may hear it,
With my last breath.
This poem was sent to me this week by a friend and I had to share it with all those hanging onto faith right now, believing God to be all you need. He is with you. He is for you. Amen?