Love's care

The wind comes rushing down the lane.I cannot see what makes it blow,Or how trees feed on sun and rain,And springtime flowers begin to growBeneath a covering of snow.

Lots of things that we don't seeAre no less real and good and true.I know, wherever I may be,That God is always loving me,And makes me always loving, too.

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