You and me

Judith Ann Hardy

Can I—just one—so love our worldThat it can feel my care?I know I can, when I but climbMy holy hill of thoughtAnd look beyond the mortal mistTo see God's perfect work.

He's All-in-all. This precious factIs here and now. My knowing itReveals His mighty power right whereIt's needed, wanted, sought—To feed the hungry, heal the hurt,And give the homeless home.

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