There
is no unbelief by Elizabeth
York Case
Whoever plants a seed beneath the
sod,
And waits to see it push away the
clod,
He trusts in God.
Whoever says, when clouds are in the
sky,
"Be patient, heart; light
breaketh by-and-by,"
Trusts the Most High
Whoever sees, 'neath winter's
fields of snow,
The silent harvest of the future grow,
God's power must know.
Whoever lies down on his couch to
sleep,
Content to lock each sense in slumber
deep,
Knows God will keep.
Whoever says,
"Tomorrow," "The Unknown,"
"The Future," trusts
the Power alone
He dares disown.
The heart that looks on when the eyelids
close,
And dares to live when life has
only woes,
God's comfort knows
And day by day, and night unconsciously,
The heart lives by that faith the
lips deny.
God knoweth why!
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