The Father

God who made the day to riseFrom a blackened night,Gave a tiny bird strong wingFor a skyward flight—Will He not lift me?

He who keeps the flaming sunSteadfast in its place,Holds a swiftly moving worldSafe in endless space—Will He not hold me?

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Signs of the Times
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