Monday, September 10, 2012
Miracle Worker (a poem)
Before I wake, He's walking in the garden
Scattering seeds and dressing little flowers.
He spins the earth from darkness into daylight
And forms the clouds to bring a morning shower.
All through the day, He's walking close beside me
Protecting, guiding, giving grace to bear;
Forgiving, filling, carrying my burdens
Reminding me He knows my every care.
At close of day, when sunlight turns to darkness
He calls the moon and all the dancing stars
He never sleeps, He's ever watching, listening
And drawing near to every longing heart.
He's working miracles, but all the while He's listening
He hears His children when they call His name
And though a million voices intermingle
He hears each one, for no two are the same.