Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Music of Your Hands!

Sweet Little Red Bird

The beauty hidden in a tree
A singer and his whistled tune
His presence heard but yet unseen

Your feathers, I know, have a crimson hue
And though you have a much higher view
How I wish that you would appear on cue! 

Dear Heavenly Father

For faith's substance I humbly pray
Tho' Promised Things seem far away
Proof of Your plans appear delayed  

Your truth is known by faith alone
Your eyes see miracles yet unshown
Your voice will still my heart's deep moan

And when I can’t see your hands
I know you are at work
Because in the quiet of my heart

I Hear Your Music!

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