Faith by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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? 

Blessings!!

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