Poems like these ones are good reminders of why we should trust God in our lives. To stop worrying or trusting in things that do not bring us comfort and trust only in the one and only God. Let these poems be an inspiration for you and for others.
“In God we trust,"
Because we must;
And yet not altogether;
We trust not God
To plow the sod,
But only for the weather.
If we would farm,
We trust our arm
To plant the corn and tend it,
And sow the grain,
But for the rain,
We trust to God to send it.
By wisdom’s plan,
’Twixt God and man
The work is well divided;
All Nature through,
What man can’t do,
Is still by God provided.
But all he can
Is left to man,
By labor and invention,
To bring about
The filling out
Of God’s divine intention.
And it is true
That man will do
Still more and more forever,
And aye improve
In light and love
And cease progressing never.
Trust God's Power
Poet: Henry vanDyke
Was it long ago, or was it but yesterday,
that we prayed for strength to perform a
certain duty, to bear a certain burden,
to overcome a certain temptation, and received it?
Do we dream that the Divine force was exhausted
in answering that one prayer?
No more than the great river is exhausted
by turning the wheels of one mill.
Put it to the proof again with to-day's duty,
today's burden, to-day's temptation.
Thrust yourself further and deeper into the stream of God's power,
and feel it again as you have felt it before,
able to do exceeding abundantly.
Remember and trust.
O heart of mine, be patient!
Some glad day,
With all life's puzzling problems
Solved for aye,
With all its storms and doubtings
With all its little disappointments past,
It shall be thine to understand at last.
Be patient! Some sweet day
The anxious care,
The fears and trials, and the
The grief that comes upon thee
Shall with the fleeting years be laid aside,
And thou shalt then be fully satisfied.
Be patient! Keep thy life-work
Well in hand;
Be trustful where thou canst not
Thy lot, where'er it be, is
Whate'er its mysteries, God holds the key;
Thou well canst trust him and bide patiently.
Trust Thy Father Still
When thy heart is cheery,
Singing like a lark;
When the way is dreary
And the skies are dark
Through life's incompleteness
Of light or shadow dim,
Still, in patient sweetness,
Trust it all to Him.
When thy faith upsoareth
In a golden sky,
When the sad rain poureth,
And no help is nigh
Through the tender gladness
Of the spirit's flight,
Through thy soul's deep sadness,
God is still thy light.
When thy sweet hope bloometh
Like a tender flower,
When a dark cloud loometh
And shadoweth the hour
Through life's strange enfolding
Of changes, good or ill,
Still his face beholding,
Trust thy Father still.
Trust Divine Power
by Orison Swett Marden
It seems strange that when we know
perfectly well that we are dependent,
for every breath we draw, upon a Divine Power
which is constantly providing for us and protecting us,
we do not learn to trust it with absolute
confidence and resignation.
There is only one thing for us to do,
and that is to do our level best,
right where we are, every day of our lives;
to use our best judgment, and then
to trust the rest to that Power which holds
the forces of the universe in His hand,
and which does all things well.