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Thoughts To Ponder
I
will not doubt, though all my ships at sea come drifting
home with broken masts and sails; I shall believe the hand
which never fails, from seeming evil worketh good to me.
And, though I weep because those sails are battered, still
will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I trust
in thee."
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