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      Poems About Trust

      Poems about trust can inspire us to trust God. We all have to learn to trust God. We have believed Satan's lies for so long that for many of us it is hard to let go and let God. We want to think we are in control. Let these poems about trust help you take the next step in God.

      Build a little fence of trust
      Around today;
      Fill each space with loving work
      And therein stay;
      Look not through the sheltering bars
      Upon tomorrow,
      God will help thee bear what comes,
      Of joy or sorrow.
      Mary Frances Butts

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      Simply trusting every day,
      Trusting through a stormy way!
      Even when my faith is small,
      Trusting Jesus - that is all.
      Ira D. Sankey

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      Poems About Trust:
      Trust The Great Artist

      Trust the Great Artist. He
      Who paints the sky and sea
      With shadowed blue, who clothes the land
      In garb of green, and in the spring
      Sets all earth blossoming -
      He guides your destiny.

      The magic hand
      That colors dawn with flaming rose,
      That ere the falling night,
      For every soul's delight,
      Pours out the steaming gold -
      That hand too holds your life.

      His grasp, amid the strife,
      Would shape you to His will:
      Let Him His wish fulfill.
      What though the testings irk,
      Fret not: mar not His work.
      Trust the Great Artist, He
      Who made the earth and sea.
      Thomas Curtis Clark

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      Teach me to live that I may dread
      the grave as little as my bed.
      Unknown

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      Poems About Trust:
      A Prayer At The Well

      A Prayer at the Well!
      
It's night, O Lord, please hear my call;
      
I know You want my very all.
      
But wells are deep; how can I give
      
The wordless pain in which I live!

      

It's night, O Lord, be swift to hear;
      
To bring relief for falling tears.
      
Needless pain, don't let it be;
      
But healing pain, to set me free.

      

Be still, My child; My whispers hear.
      
Lean hard, My child; come very near.
      
This well so deep with suffering filled
      
Must empty first, till all is still.

      

I'll take the hurt; I'll take the strife;
      
In Hands so strong I'll hold your life.
      
I'll fill the well with heaven's gain,
      
When you, My child, give Me the pain.

      

I'll take it, mold it, make it Mine;
      
Transform it then to love divine.
      
Turn sorrow into fullest joy
      
Far greater than earth's brightest toy.

      

For toys of earth cannot compare
      
With Christ your Lord, so real, so fair.
      
He, Christ alone, demands your all
      
Give Me that pain, He softly calls.

      

I shrink, then reach with outstretched hand;
      
Dredged of self, alone to stand.
      
Then from the depths of Love so true
      
The well is filled again, anew.

      

This time it's not with pain and me,
      
But Christ my all, my joy to be.
      
To depths before unknown I climb
      
His peace, His joy, His life all mine.

      

For pain so deep, felt all alone,
      
Is fertile ground for Love--His own!
      
Love that fills and meets life's need;
      
O deep, deep well, I'm rich indeed.

      

Filled up with Him, His love alone;
      
His way revealed; His glory shone.
      
O well of deep, dark yesterday;
      
Embrace the joy He gives today.

      

O, night, no longer fear your dark;
      
He stills the aching, struggling heart.
      
And from that heart--life's deepening well,
      
Comes love to share; rich joy to tell.

      

O, night, give way to endless day!
      
I've found His depths, His highest way!
      
O, night, give way to morning's dew;
      
The well is deep; the source is You!
      

 Peggie C. Bohanon

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      Poems About Trust:
      LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS

      God moves in a mysterious way
      His wonders to perform;
      He plants His footsteps in the sea,
      And rides upon the storm.

      Deep in unfathomable mines
      Of never-failing skill,
      He treasures up His bright designs,
      And works His sovereign will.

      Ye fearful, fresh courage take!
      The clouds ye so much dread
      Are big with mercy, and shall break
      In blessings on your head.

      Judge not the Lord by feeble sense.
      But trust Him for His grace:
      Behind a frowning providence
      He hides a smiling face.

      His purposes will ripen fast,
      Unfolding every hour;
      The bud may have a bitter taste.
      But sweet will be the flower.

      Blind unbelief is sure to err,
      And scan His work in vain:
      God is His own interpreter,
      And He will make it plain.

      WILLIAM COWPER

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      Poems About Trust:
      GOD IS EVERYWHERE

      A trodden daisy, from the sward,
      With tearful eye I took,
      And on its ruined glories I,
      With moving heart, did look;
      For, crushed and broken though it was,
      That little flower was fair;
      And oh! I loved the dying bud,
      For God was there!

      I stood upon the sea-beat shore,
      The waves came rushing on;
      The tempest raged in giant wrath,
      The light of day was gone.
      The sailor from his drowning bark
      Sent up his dying prayer;
      I looked amid the ruthless storm,
      And God was there!

      I sought a lonely, woody dell,
      Where all things soft and sweet,
      Birds, flowers, and trees, and running streams,
      Mid bright sunshine did meet:
      I stood beneath an old oak's shade,
      And summer round was fair;
      I gazed upon the peaceful scene,
      And God was there!

      I saw a home--a happy home--
      Upon a bridal day,
      And youthful hearts were blithesome there,
      And aged hearts were gay:
      I sat amid the smiling band
      Where all so blissful were--
      Among the bridal maidens sweet--
      And God was there!

      I stood beside an infant's couch,
      When light had left its eye--
      I saw the mother's bitter tears,
      I heard her woful cry--
      I saw her kiss its fair pale face,
      And smooth its yellow hair;
      And oh, I loved the mourner's home,
      For God was there!

      I sought a cheerless wilderness--
      A desert, pathless wild--
      Where verdure grew not by the streams,
      Where beauty never smiled;
      Where desolation brooded o'er
      A muirland lone and bare,
      And awe upon my spirit crept,
      For God was there!

      I looked upon the lowly flower,
      And on each blade of grass;
      Upon the forests, wide and deep,
      I saw the tempests pass:
      I gazed on all created things
      In earth, in sea, and air;
      Then bent the knee--for God, in love,
      Was everywhere!

      ROBERT NICOLL

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      Poems About Trust:
      OUR GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST

      Our God, our help in ages past,
      Our hope for years to come,
      Our shelter from the stormy blast,
      And our eternal home,--

      Under the shadow of thy throne
      Thy saints have dwelt secure;
      Sufficient is thine arm alone,
      And our defence is sure.

      Before the hills in order stood,
      Or earth received her frame,
      From everlasting thou art God,
      To endless years the same.

      A thousand ages in thy sight
      Are like an evening gone;
      Short as the watch that ends the night
      Before the rising sun.

      Time like an ever-rolling stream
      Bears all its sons away;
      They fly, forgotten, as a dream
      Dies at the opening day.

      Our God, our help in ages past,
      Our hope for years to come,
      Be thou our guard while troubles last,
      And our eternal home.

      ISAAC WATTS

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      Poems About Trust:
      THE WILL OF GOD

      I worship thee, sweet will of God!
      And all thy ways adore;
      And every day I live, I seem
      To love thee more and more.

      Thou wert the end, the blessed rule
      Of our Saviour's toils and tears;
      Thou wert the passion of his heart
      Those three and thirty years.

      And he hath breathed into my soul
      A special love of thee,
      A love to lose my will in his,
      And by that loss be free.

      I love to see thee bring to naught
      The plans of wily men;
      When simple hearts outwit the wise,
      Oh, thou art loveliest then.

      The headstrong world it presses hard
      Upon the church full oft,
      And then how easily thou turn'st
      The hard ways into soft.

      I love to kiss each print where thou
      Hast set thine unseen feet;
      I cannot fear thee, blessed will!
      Thine empire is so sweet.

      When obstacles and trials seem
      Like prison walls to be,
      I do the little I can do,
      And leave the rest to thee.

      I know not what it is to doubt,
      My heart is ever gay;
      I run no risk, for, come what will,
      Thou always hast thy way.

      I have no cares, O blessed will!
      For all my cares are thine:
      I live in triumph, Lord! for thou
      Hast made thy triumphs mine.

      And when it seems no chance or change
      From grief can set me free,
      Hope finds its strength in helplessness,
      And gayly waits on thee.

      Man's weakness, waiting upon God,
      Its end can never miss,
      For men on earth no work can do
      More angel-like than this.

      Ride on, ride on, triumphantly,
      Thou glorious will, ride on!
      Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take
      The road that thou hast gone.

      He always wins who sides with God,
      To him no chance is lost;
      God's will is sweetest to him, when
      It triumphs at his cost.

      Ill that he blesses is our good,
      And unblessed good is ill;
      And all is right that seems most wrong.
      If it be his sweet will.

      FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER

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      Poems About Trust:
      THE ETERNAL GOODNESS

      O friends! with whom my feet have trod
      The quiet aisles of prayer,
      Glad witness to your zeal for God
      And love of man I bear.

      I trace your lines of argument;
      Your logic linked and strong
      I weigh as one who dreads dissent,
      And fears a doubt as wrong.

      But still my human hands are weak
      To hold your iron creeds:
      Against the words ye bid me speak
      My heart within me pleads.

      Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
      Who talks of scheme and plan?
      The Lord is God! He needeth not
      The poor device of man.

      I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground
      Ye tread with boldness shod;
      I dare not fix with mete and bound
      The love and power of God.

      Ye praise His justice; even such
      His pitying love I deem:
      Ye seek a king; I fain would touch
      The robe that hath no seam.

      Ye see the curse which overbroods
      A world of pain and loss:
      I hear our Lord's beatitudes
      And prayer upon the cross.

      More than your schoolmen teach, within
      Myself, alas! I know:
      Too dark ye cannot paint the sin,
      Too small the merit show.

      I bow my forehead to the dust,
      I veil mine eyes for shame,
      And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
      A prayer without a claim.

      I see the wrong that round me lies,
      I feel the guilt within;
      I hear, with groan and travail-cries,
      The world confess its sin.

      Yet, in the maddening maze of things,
      And tossed by storm and flood,
      To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
      I know that God is good!

      Not mine to look where cherubim
      And seraphs may not see,
      But nothing can be good in Him
      Which evil is in me.

      The wrong that pains my soul below
      I dare not throne above,
      I know not of His hate,--I know
      His goodness and His love.

      I dimly guess from blessings known
      Of greater out of sight,
      And, with the chastened Psalmist, own
      His judgments too are right.

      I long for household voices gone,
      For vanished smiles I long,
      But God hath led my dear ones on,
      And He can do no wrong.

      I know not what the future hath
      Of marvel or surprise.
      Assured alone that life and death
      His mercy underlies.

      And if my heart and flesh are weak
      To bear an untried pain,
      The bruised reed He will not break,
      But strengthen and sustain.

      No offering of my own I have.
      Nor works my faith to prove;
      I can but give the gifts He gave,
      And plead His love for love.

      And so beside the Silent Sea
      I wait the muffled oar;
      No harm from Him can come to me
      On ocean or on shore.

      I know not where His islands lift
      Their fronded palms in air;
      I only know I cannot drift
      Beyond His love and care.

      O brothers! if my faith is vain,
      If hopes like these betray,
      Pray for me that my feet may gain
      The sure and safer way.

      And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen
      Thy creatures as they be,
      Forgive me if too close I lean
      My human heart on Thee!

      JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

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      Poems About Trust:
      THE THREE ENEMIES

      The Flesh

      "Sweet, thou art pale."
      "More pale to see,
      Christ hung upon the cruel tree
      And bore his Father's wrath for me."

      "Sweet, thou art sad."
      "Beneath a rod
      More heavy Christ for my sake trod
      The wine-press of the wrath of God."

      "Sweet, thou art weary."
      "Not so Christ:
      Whose mighty love of me sufficed
      For strength, salvation, eucharist."

      "Sweet, thou art footsore."
      "If I bleed,
      His feet have bled: yea, in my need
      His heart once bled for mine indeed."

      The World

      "Sweet, thou art young."
      "So he was young
      Who for my sake in silence hung
      Upon the cross with passion wrung."

      "Look, thou art fair."
      "He was more fair
      Than men, who deigned for me to wear
      A visage marred beyond compare."

      "And thou hast riches."
      "Daily bread:
      All else is his; who living, dead,
      For me lacked where to lay his head."

      "And life is sweet."
      "It was not so
      To him, whose cup did overflow
      With mine unutterable woe."

      The Devil

      "Thou drinkest deep."
      "When Christ would sup
      He drained the dregs from out my cup;
      So how should I be lifted up?"

      "Thou shalt win glory."
      "In the skies,
      Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes.
      Lest they should look on vanities."

      "Thou shalt have knowledge."
      "Helpless dust,
      In thee, O Lord, I put my trust:
      Answer thou for me, Wise and Just."

      CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

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      I hope you have enjoyed these poems about trust. Many times in life we have to live by faith and trust in the goodness of God even when it does seem like God is good. Poems about trust can be inspirational poems and motivational poems. God bless.

           

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