God sprinkles dewdrops on the grass
And polishes lakes clear as glass.
He spreads cool shade beneath the tree
As resting places for you and me.
He shapes our minds to enjoy such things,
Like hearing a soft wind as it sings.
He plants love-thoughts in our hearts
So that all our selfishness departs.
God closes the days with star-filled nights;
He hangs up the moon to serve us light.
He touches our pain and it slips away -
Always, He hears us when we pray.
~ Rosa Nelle Anderson
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