WHERE IS HIS GRACE

WHERE IS HIS GRACE

Feel It:

In the fresh morning air
As breezes sift and slight
In the warm sun of noon
The simple things delight
The touch of another
The love and care and feel
Of God Himself we are
A promise He did seal

See It:

In the master artist strokes
Which color the western sky
Brightest always
When day is almost done
In the glimmer of a child’s eye
Smiling easily, always
As she turns, to giggle and run

Hear It:

In rising streams of song
Coursing through all time
Inside and out, never wrong.
In the soothing voice of friends
There always, to count on
Always and never done