d Unbelief  c

There is no unbelief.

 

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


 

 

There is no unbelief;

 

And day by day, and night unconsciously,

 

The heart lives by that faith the lips deny.

 

God knoweth why!

 

 

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