Providence

I see the rains are falling I reach for the sky Above the falling rain. There I see a hand From a barrel make sprinkle The hand of God. When the winds blow across I see lips emerge from the seas Blowing and speaking to the trees Across the lands. At times lifting sweet music from the leaves Another refashioning by making old leaves fall. When I see the sunrise I see God open another door To yet other new opportunities........ Where man to man we must each other serve For in God's heart and thoughts We are forever remembered. When the night approaches We must rest Retiring to God given slumber. In dreams and wishes we refresh our souls...... Hoping for another tomorrow When yet again another door will open.