I looked across the fields today~
and saw a field of new mowed hay.
There was so much of beauty there~
It lifted from me a load of care.
You see, I had been very blue~
about things I didn't understand.
The answer came,
"That's work of God's hand!"
If all along life's weary road~
we think we bear a heavy load.
We'd find it easy to understand
If we'd only live in God's hand.
Evelyn Howard -
Copyright May 23, 1956
In His Hands
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