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