The Gilbertine Benefice


    1. Trust  by Knud Sorensen


As I bend my back

to tend the soil

I feel the Father near.

In every little sprouting seed

He is there.


The sky is black,

the wind is cold,

but I know the time is here

to break the slumbering soil,

for His touch is there.


Days of rain,

nights of frost,

and I walk the rows is despair.

Many a shoot lay black and dead,

yet, I feel He is here.


And so, the days will grow

with a mixture of it all,

that is timed to absolute perfection,

giving time to sow, to hoe and to harvest,

so I know for certain, He is here.