I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
There is no God,' the foolish saith, But none, 'There is no sorrow.' And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised And lips say, 'God be pitiful,' Who ne'er said, 'God be praised.'
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories