A Question of Trust
“A penny for your thoughts,” he said,
Standing by my side,
“Tell me where you put your trust,
What is your daily guide?”
“Well, that’s a funny question,
Of that, I have no doubt,
I’m sure that I trust lots of things
As the days go in and out.”
“Give me a good example,”
He prodded me again,
And so I said, “I trust myself,”
(Well, I do so now and then.)
“So you trust yourself a little,
But is there something you trust more?”
“Well, I have to say I don’t trust life,
The way I did before.”
“I used to trust the government
And I used to trust my health,
But now I know that neither one
Assures my joy or wealth.”
I used to trust my stocks and bonds,
My plans, when I retire
But now my stocks are all but gone,
And it’s hard to be for hire.
So, I guess it isn’t in myself,
Nor in the heads of State,
It isn’t in the car I drive
Or the food that’s on my plate.
It isn’t in my friendships
Or in the family that I love,
I guess the only place for trust
Is in Our God above.
As I finished my soliloquy,
The man had gone away
And in his place, upon the ground
A copper penny lay.
And so I stooped to pick it up,
And there amidst the rust
I saw that sweet reminder,
That it is In God We Trust.