I Trust Him Still

 

I trusted God when skies were bright,

And summer days were blue and gold,

When life held only joy-filled days

And happiness was mine to hold.

 

I trusted God when roses bloomed,

When autumn showed her lovely face,

But when the season passed, and all

Was stripped of beauty and of grace -

 

I found life's winter, too, was bleak.

My skies once blue now overcast.

Storm clouds were looming, and I asked -

"Can I trust now, as in the past?"

 

I trusted when the skies were bright,

And roses bloomed so sweet and fair.

How small my faith if now I ceased

To trust God's wisdom and His care.

 

I trust Him still. And when has passed

All heartache, and the winter's gloom,

I know I'll see, and love more dear,

A summer day when roses bloom.

 

~ Beverly J. Anderson