Believe Me

 

Grief has taken your peace

Brief has become your prayers

Stiff is the nature of your thoughts

 

Strong has become your dislikes

Wrong is the turn of your concepts

Wrung^* is the last tear from your eyes

 

You belittle God by your fears

You hurt God by your tears

You sideline God by your cares

 

He had His Son in His bosom

And with Him did He blossom

But He sent Him for you as ransom

 

Though it seemed like a loss

As men nailed him to a cross

But ‘twas eternal life for us

 

God knows your whim*

And He says as He calls us to Him

To doubt not but believe in Him

 

John 14:1 “Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me.(NLT)