In the bitter waves of woe
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds that blow
From the desolate shores of doubt,
Where the anchors that faith has cast
Are dragging in the gale,
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail.
And fierce though the fiends may fight,
And long though the angels hide,
I know that truth and right
Have the universe on their side;
And that somewhere beyond the stars
Is a love that is better than fate.
When the night unlocks her bars
I shall see Him–and I will wait.
~Washington Gladden

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March 10, 2009 at 8:33 am
Ruth
Glad to have you back! And thanks for posting this poem. I really need to get back into reading the good stuff!! I’ve been feeling beaten and tossed about lately, myself, so this is a timely message. Thanks again.
March 10, 2009 at 5:23 pm
Ruth
this is Beautiful!!!wow!