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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.

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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


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


Poems About Trust:
Trust The Great Artist

A page of poems about Trusting God which will inspire us as we walk through life.  #trust #christianlife #poems #christianity

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


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


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


Poems About Trust:

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.



Poems About Trust:

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!



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Poems About Trust:

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.



Poems About Trust:

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.



Poems About Trust:

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!



Poems About Trust:

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."



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 not seem like God is good. Poems about trust can be inspirational poems and motivational poems. God bless.

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