A Little Faith
When hearts are heavy, and teardrops start
When days have found the sunlight dim
And night can find no good excuse
For the thunder, or the storms, or the weary and grim...
When I cannot put my mind to bed...
I think of tomorrow, and all of the good things, instead...
New grass will wave in a new wind....tomorrow....
White buds will blur our orchard lanes again.
Clouds will rise for a brief flying....tomorrow...
And earth will feel the tiny feet of rain.
Streams will wash their pebbles white...tomorrow
Each shaken fern will yield a twinkling shower,
Meadowlarks will spend their songs....tomorrow...
And sun-drenched clearings will be glad with flower.
The wide lift of blue sky...tomorrow....
Will glimmer from beyond each leafing bough.
I will walk out into the woods...tomorrow....
tomorrow....
Thank you, Lord....I will be able to sleep now.....
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