Poems (Coolidge)/A Bit of Blue
A BIT OF BLUE
What though the skies seem leaden, the days too long or drear, What if the burden wearies, though falleth oft the tear? I know that rifts are opening and brightness breaking through, That, somewhere in His heaven, God sets a bit of blue.
I know He loves me truly, though sending trials sore; That He will lead me gently, o'er paths untrod before; Though I may stumble often, or long for pastures new, In His good time I, surely, shall find that bit of blue.
It cometh oft by trusting; I may not earthward gaze, I may not seek to fathom the wisdom of His ways, But, looking ever upward, I'll strive His will to do, Till, somber storm-clouds parting, I see my bit of blue.