A Proven Faith

The following is a poem I wrote on the passing of a dear friend, Gary Goldberg.

A Proven Faith

Tis easy to praise God on a bright spring morn

With the songbird singing and dew fresh born

With the scent of flowers on the wind so fair

On a day so fine with nought to care

But when the bird flies away in the face of the storm

And the wind portents a fury born

When the blackened sky obscures the sun

And the driving rain makes rivers run

Now is when a faith is tried

Only when the heart has cried

In the absence of a compass true

And a sky devoid of restful hue

Now the believer anchors his soul

In the care of God Who has but one goal

To perfect a faith in His dear one true

And to take him home through the heavenly blue