“Faith,” Friend, Mar. 1986, 32–33
Faith
When I plant a little seed,
I know that the Lord’s power,
Working through the sun and rain,
Will produce a pretty flower.
When I go to sleep at night,
I know that I shall waken;
Although the night is dark and long,
My faith is never shaken.
Because I know that Christ arose,
Though He in death had lain,
So I know, too, that when I die,
I’ll surely live again.