Were God not good to me, what would life mean?
A round of hopeless days, of dreary care—
My thought so filled with fear I might not dare
Lift it above the sorrowful routine
Of years that should be beautiful, serene.
But God is good, and so my thought is free;
His loving-kindness meets my every need;
It wipes away the doubts of form and creed.
I know I'm safe: my Father holds life's key—
My God is Love, and Love is good to me.
