Still breeze and softer sings.
by R.d. jess
The little birdy telling me.
Not one sparrow, not one sorrow.
Is not seen by thy heavenly king.
For all that we know,
God has faithfully shown.
That he clothes the flowers,
In their desperate hours.
That his justices pursues,
The weight of truth.
Whether today I find relief
or I am kept in my grief.
I trust the hands that made me.
That he guides me to safety.
Whether on earth or in heaven.
Whether in joy or oppression.
Softer sings my soul,
For I trust the king in control.
SOFTER SINGS
Renewed Dream 