DARK WOULD BE THE WAY

Dark would be the way
If I knew not my Lord.
Harsh would be each day,
No joy would I afford.

For in every little thing
I see God’s mighty hand.
In the tiny birds that sing,
Food growing on the land.

The flower’s delicate petals,
The red vivid setting sun,
The gentle rain that falls,
Another new day begun.

A cobweb of perfect shape,
Ripened fruit fresh and sweet,
Peach, apple plum and grape,
All for us to enjoy and eat.

Yet many folks do not think
God has made these things,
They just happen in a wink,
Or man worked this to bring.

Dark would be the way
If I could not find
God’s handiwork every day,
That brings peace to my mind.

M Ann Margetson 5 September 1999
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