Proof That He Loves
When gentle rain upon my cheek does fall
And sunshine rests its warmth upon my hand,
I feel His divine grace in nature’s tender call
In flowers blooming at His sweet command.
The birds that chant the songs of springtime cheer
Sing psalms composed by heaven’s loving will—
Each note, each petal whispers, “He is near”
Then bids my restless soul be calm and still.
In silent prayer, my heart begins to glide
And peace forms like the dew on thirsty land.
His love flows in with silence as its guide
More certain than words or signs I understand:
Through every gift, both known and mystery
I know, my Lord—I know—my Lord loves me.
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