Watch Care
The wonder of Thy providence Is always not abundance. Our lazy heart’s desire-ing seeks freedom from laboring. Your providence dear Lord above, Is as wilderness manna. Enough for that day’s hungering; Yet more, it’s putrefying! The gentle spring and fall showers Result in flower, fruits, harvest. But torrents from the same heavens Cause havoc, flood, destruction. How wonderful Thy promises for our daily need supplies. Till the long drought has gone past us O-il cruise and flour remain. Our selfish hearts yearn for plenty, Just for me and mine alone. Teach me faith to trust in Thy Word till Thy blessings I can share (Turn this poetry into a song of praise with the below melody)