FAITH-A POEM BY ELLA WHEELR WILCOX

GOD IS IN CHARGE-HE KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING THOUGH IT DOESN’T ALWAYS SEEM SO

I will not doubt that 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 battered

Still will I cry when my hopes are shattered

I TRUST IN THEE

I will not doubt though all my prayers return

Unanswered from the still white realm above

I will still 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 will burn

I will not doubt though sorrows fall like rain

And troubles swarm like bees above a hive

I will still believe the heights for which I strive

And only reached by anguish and by pain

And thought I groan and tremble with my crosses

I yet shall see through my greatest losses

The greater gain

I will not doubt, well anchored in my faith

Like some staunch ship my soul braves EVERY gale

So strong its courage that it will never fail

To breast the unknown mighty sea of death

Oh may I cry when body parts the spirit

I do not doubt so listening worlds may hear it

with my last breath