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Show HENRY HOWLAND ( Cause j6r & tovin Yet 1 IBBBBBBBBBBBBBmslMiaaMMiBBBIlBBBBBBBBBBBmMKJ Last Sunday nipht a week ago We had a preacher here Who Bald that Fate was layin' low To rob us all of cheer; He shook his fists with all his might, He made the atr look blue And frowned as if he'd like to bite A nail or two In two; He slammed the Bible shut and said The world was all upset; He scared the people generlee. But still, somehow, It seems to me. There's cause for hopin yet. The wrath of God was something which He spoke about a lot; He told us how the wicked rich To grief would soon be brought: He told us earthquakes and the like Were comin' thick and fast To show us how the Lord could strike When He was roused, at last; He told us of a hundred signs That showed that God was set On wreckin things and spreadin woe: I haven't quit believin', though. There's cause for hopin' yet. t will admit that things sometimes Appear to be all wrong; The poor who keep committin' crimes Get punished right along, While rich men break the laws and fail To have to pay the price. Or, if they do get sent to jail. Are treated mighty nice; I'll not deny that there is much To make us fume and fret; , No, things alnt perfect here below; I can't, somehow, help thlnkin', though, There's cause for hopin' yet. The storm blew down my corn last week 111 have no crop this fall; But I ain't hardly got the cheek To think God planned it all; It may be that I haven't trod The way that's always right, But still I don't believe that God Is wreckin' crops for spite; There's some folks who have too blamed much. And seme with hunger fret. But, lookin', at it generlee, I must say that it seems to me- There's cause for hopin' yet. |