Spread Thine Hands, That We Find Rest In Thy Shade
Spread Thine Hands, That We Find Rest In Thy Shade
Violet hues, thy future may be read
radiance that unites earth and blue sky.
History records thy words wisely said
thy winds blow, earth and sky can not deny.
Rubies, grace thy archaic gold crown
rose-lit, thy warmth for the poor and the weak.
Cursed are they that see thy angry frown
bless are the lost, thy tender heart doth seek.
Flames of future battles already won
ashes that blow in thy whispering winds.
Thy love, gifts given, His begotten Son
bounty of truth and light that never ends.
Spread thy hands, that we find rest in thy shade
with love and joy, all thy Father hast made.
R.J. Lindley
Dec. 11th, 1976
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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