That Blessed Assurance

It is not for scarcity of doubt that I believe,
Or absence of fear that I hope.

Yet in spite of fumbling faith, I leap into the arms of God, 
and wander through that foggy abyss, 
until, at last, I feel that blessed assurance
and the hush of His presence.

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