My Confidence

The God Who spoke the universe in place,

Who hung the sun, the moon, and stars in space,

The God whose word divided land and see-

This God, O precious truth, still cares for me!

The God Who from an acorn grows an oak,

Who stilled the howling tempest when He spoke,

And gladly listens when His children call!

The men who He had formed and given breath,

Rejected Him, delivered Him to death;

And nailed upon a cross, for them he prayed,

And gave His life to purchase those He made.

Since He by whom the universe was planned

Holds my tomorrows in His nail-pierced hand,

His power and love alike are manifest;

Whate’er tomorrow brings, His will is best.

By Barbara C. Ryberg