“Last year I fell in Hodgkin’s well
Head first,” said Cyrus Brown.
“With both my heels a’sticking up,
My head a’pointing down.
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower–strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
And when in love and wisdom
[God] withholds my heart’s request
His “no” means “something better”.
He will give me what is...
Sing to Him your songs of praises
Bring to Him your gifts of love
Give to Him your very finest