If I forget, yet God reminds me.
If these hands of mine cease from their clinging,
Yet the hands Divine hold me so firmly I cannot fall.
And if sometimes I am too tired to call for him to help me, Then he reads the prayer unspoken in my heart
And lifts my care.
I dare not fear since certainly I know that I am in God's keeping, Shielded so, from all else that would harm, And in the hour of stern temptation, Strengthened by his power.
I tread no path in life to him unknown;
I lift no burden, bear no pain, alone;
My soul a calm, sure hiding place has found;
The everlasting Arms my life surround.
God, thou art love!
I build my faith on that.
I know thee who has kept my path.
And made light for me in the darkness,
Tempering sorrow so that it reached me like a solemn joy.
It were too strange that I should doubt thy love.
- Robert Browning
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Thanks to Breakthrough staffer, Mariko Tinaya, for sending me the poem below, right when I needed it!