I read this poem In a book. And I would like to share it with you.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower.
By William Cowper.
P.S.
How do you like my new background?
2 comments:
I love the new background!
That poem is very beautiful. I'm pretty certain that's a verse from the hymn God Works in Mysterious Ways. You should look it up in one of your hymnals.
Love the colors of the new background, very calming.
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