Another poem.

A poem I found in Traveling toward Sunrise:

She had a doubt, and buried it before the day was old;
She did not tell it to a friend - what if his love grew cold?
She buried it and turned to Christ. "Lord, Thou hast died for me-
Increase my faith, my feeble faith, and bid me cling to Thee!"


I thought it was a good one to remember, especially, the reminder to turn to Christ in every situation.
If you cling to Him, He holds you securely. 

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