During a trial
Dear God,
I hold Thy hand and will not let it go.
This much I understand.
This much I know.
I place myself in Thee
through Christ, the only Way.
This much my heart can see, accept, obey.
Thy truth is holding me.
It cannot let me go.
Thy hand is harmony.
This much I know.
The test I seem to face is strengthening my grip and quickening
my praise each healing step.
Kelly, Vera Sohr, “During a trial,”
POEM, Sentinel, Vol. 90 (8 August 1988), p. 6.
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