Posted by wfosterwelborn
When I hear a newborn baby’s cry
And the sun warms my back from a clear blue sky,
When a cold white snowflake alights on my nose
And sun-warmed sand tickles my toes,
When I can sense a presence and no one is there,
And trouble arises, yet I’m none the worse for wear,
When problems surround us and evil raises its head,
I lean on the promises which stand me in good stead:
I believe when I gaze on the immense, wonderful array
Of budding trees and flowering plants to children at play,
Yes, I believe!
The road is long and weary with hard labor along the way,
Yet we struggle on, hoping for a brighter day,
Striving to believe.
Should you listen carefully with your inner ear,
Spiritual music and words of praise will soothe away your fear.
Then maybe you’ll believe.