The God We Serve
He Who clothes the lily of the field
Is our help and guarding shield,
He Who feeds the lions of the plains
Still today our soul sustains,
He Who calls all the stars by their name
Does not change but is the same,
He Who will never leave nor forsake
In our lives makes no mistake,
He Who see the smallest sparrow fall
Hears our lowest, weakest call,
He Who sees each trial that we face,
Gladly awaits with His grace,
He Who bade the raging waters cease,
Will our joy yet more increase,
He Who fashioned us within the womb
For our souls conquered the tomb,
He Who directs the paths of our feet
Will not lead us to defeat,
He Who paints the colorful sunrise
Is not taken by surprise,
He Who let men pierce His holy hands
The whole universe commands,
He Who remembers we are but dust,
Asks us only in Him trust,
He Who designed the earth with His breath
Will deliver us from death,
He Who withheld the wrath we deserve
Is the God we love and serve.
H.R May 2, 2021.
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