While doing a bit of family tree research a few years ago, I managed to find some poetry written years ago by my great aunt. I thought that perhaps I would share one of her poems here. Enjoy!
On Trusting
How small, this heart of mine
How little does it trust
My God has said He made us all
And cares for us each day
My eyes can only see the ashes
Of all my golden dreams
My God can see beyond all his
For He has planned my way
And when my foolish tears are dry
And my soul again will look
I'll see my Loving Lord has been
building what He planned for me
And Oh! My heart leaps high with joy
For far more wonderful it is
Than any earth-bound dream I had
or even hoped to see
by Arlene Hearn Price
How small, this heart of mine
How little does it trust
My God has said He made us all
And cares for us each day
My eyes can only see the ashes
Of all my golden dreams
My God can see beyond all his
For He has planned my way
And when my foolish tears are dry
And my soul again will look
I'll see my Loving Lord has been
building what He planned for me
And Oh! My heart leaps high with joy
For far more wonderful it is
Than any earth-bound dream I had
or even hoped to see
by Arlene Hearn Price
2 comments:
nice poetry, make us joy to read that
Amazing! I enjoy poetry. :~D
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