Why do I fear,
When peace and hope
Are but a thought away?

No evil can befall me
Which will not be wiped away;
All pain is passing,
And death,
But a step into eternal life,
If I be still and listen.

The Creator of all things
Great and small,
Knew and loved me
Before I was born;

Just as the sun, moon and stars
Still shine on a troubled world,
So too shall I, as they,
Place my trust in God;
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Who holds me in the palm of His hand.
  © Helen Catherine Cramer

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