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 reliefor I am kept in my grief.I trust the hands that madeContinue reading “SOFTER SINGS”