How faithfully his hand bestows
Inside each little bud, a rose...
(early morning childcare means late day poem-post😊)
In spite of the gloomy rain outdoors there was still lots of sunshine indoors
Sometimes the days that I secretly worry might be a little long and indoor-dullish
turn out to fly by in a flurry of happiness!
And I humbled-ly whisper, 'thank-you God'
How kindly He our need supplies
He thrills us with constant surprise
How faithfully his hand bestows
Inside each little bud, a rose
How manifold his majesty
As we behold a fringe of He
Whose ways and wonderments extend
Beyond what man can comprehend
How often He protects and keeps
While we proceed with flying leaps
Into a heap of wish and whim
Without a single thought of Him
How patient is the One who hears
The tender tenure of our tears
How wise and loving the design
That tests the branches of the Vine
How trustworthy and absolute
Is He who no one can refute
How holy is the ordinance
That requires obedience
How never mistaken or late
How ever loving, ever great
How dare we live and never laud
Our everlasting Father, God
How kindly He supplies our need
How we should worship Him indeed
How faithfully his hand bestows
The grace whereby each mortal goes
© Janet Martin
and his truth endureth to all generations.
The spirit of this poem... is the Holy Spirit!
ReplyDeleteI love this: "How kindly He our need supplies/
He thrills us with constant surprise..."
Thank you!
<3 All by God's grace and for his glory. Thank-you Gretchen.
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