This awesome little poem is a very encouraging word for these times:
The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing,Bright were the blossoms on every bough:I trusted Him when the roses were blooming;I trust Him now...
Small were my faith should it weakly falter Now that the roses have ceased to blow; Frail were the trust that now should alter, Doubting His love when storm clouds grow.
--The Song of a Bird in a Winter Storm
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12:31 PM
Who links to my website?Shawn, thank you for posting this poem. I really, really love it.
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