Still breeze and softer sings.
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.

by R.d. jess

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Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.

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