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A Poem of Trust

My poem of the week this week comes from Elizabeth Prentiss, whose poems abut faith in the midst of suffering have for years been a challenge and comfort to me.

“So Be It”

So be it; ’tis Thy plan not mine,
And being Thine is good;
And God, my will shall yield to Thine
Ere it is understood.

So be it; I a child of dust
Will not oppose Thy way,
Move on, mysterious Will, I trust,
I love, and will obey.

So be it; and do Thou, my heart,
No childish questions ask,
Thou in God’s counsels hast no part,
Crave not so hard a task.

So be it; yes, so be it, Lord,
No word have I to say–
O be Thy gracious Name adored–
I love and will obey.

~ Elizabeth Prentiss, from Golden Hours

 

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