I don’t know who wrote this poem, but I found it in the devotional I was reading this morning, Streams in the Desert(pg 282-283). I thought it was worth passing on.
Is it when all is calm, when waves the victor's palm, and life is one glad psalm of joy and praise?
Nay!, but the time to trust is when the waves beat high, when storm clouds fill the sky, and prayer is one long cry,
O help and save me!
"When is the time to trust?
Is it when friends are true?
Is it when comforts woo, and in all we say and do we meet but praise?
Nay!, but the time to trust is when we stand alone, and summer birds have flown, and every prop is gone, all else but God.
"What is the time to trust?
Is it some future day, when you have tried YOUR way, and learned to trust and pray by bitter woe?
Nay!, but the time to trust is in the moment's need, poor, broken, bruised reed! Poor, troubled soul, make speed to trust thy God.
"What is the time to trust??
Is it when hopes beat high, when sunshine guilds the sky, and joy and ecstasy fill all the heart?
Nay!, but the time to trust is when our joy has fled, when sorrow bows the head, and all is cold and dead, all else but God!" --Anonymous