Poems (Coolidge)/A Bit of Blue
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A BIT OF BLUE
What though the skies seem leaden, the days too long or drear,
What if the burden wearies, though falleth oft the tear?
I know that rifts are opening and brightness breaking through,
That, somewhere in His heaven, God sets a bit of blue.
What if the burden wearies, though falleth oft the tear?
I know that rifts are opening and brightness breaking through,
That, somewhere in His heaven, God sets a bit of blue.
I know He loves me truly, though sending trials sore;
That He will lead me gently, o'er paths untrod before;
Though I may stumble often, or long for pastures new,
In His good time I, surely, shall find that bit of blue.
That He will lead me gently, o'er paths untrod before;
Though I may stumble often, or long for pastures new,
In His good time I, surely, shall find that bit of blue.
It cometh oft by trusting; I may not earthward gaze,
I may not seek to fathom the wisdom of His ways,
But, looking ever upward, I'll strive His will to do,
Till, somber storm-clouds parting, I see my bit of blue.
I may not seek to fathom the wisdom of His ways,
But, looking ever upward, I'll strive His will to do,
Till, somber storm-clouds parting, I see my bit of blue.