God, Thou art love
by Robert Browning

If I forget
Yet God remembers! If these hands of mine
Cease from their clinging, yet the hands divine
Hold me so firmly that I cannot fall;
And if sometimes I am too tired to call
For Him to help me, then he reads my prayer
Unspoken in my heart and lifts my care.

I dare not fear, since certainly I know
That I am in God’s keeping, shielded so
From all else that would harm, and in the hour
Of stern temptation, strengthened by his power:
I tread no path in life to him unknown;
I lift no burden, bear no pain alone.
My soul a calm sure hiding place has found;
The everlasting arms my life surround.

 [Janet Lawrence]