The sapling thin and frail,
sway beneath the driving winds,
and bow before the gale.
Bending but not breaking,
as the storm goes raving past.
Resisting not the force and fury,
of the roaring blast.
The winds of God blow round the world,
and sorrows come to all,
but if we bow to Providence,
we shall not fail or fall.
Knowing that there is a Final Purpose to fulfil,
finding strength in yielding to -
His good and perfect Will.
Amen.
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