God’s Remedy

Where are the burdens that I bore,
The pain that I have known
And where the heart scars deeply made
By tears I’ve shed alone?

They’re gone! I left them someplace
Out in the fields today.
Perhaps the bubbling, laughing brook
Has carried them away.

Or maybe little happy winds
That played all through my hair,
Softly stole my sadness
And left this new joy there.

A miracle of miracles!
That God has power to bring
Unto the trees and flowers—and me
The fresh new life of Spring!

By Linda L. Gage (a college student in 1956)