Nothing about today went right,
At least not by my plan,
But everything worked perfectly
Outside the reach of man.
The sun rose up, the flowers bloomed,
The inlet sparkled bright.
Now dusk is settling itself
Into a quiet night.
The ebb and flow of every day
Is perfectly on course.
It needs no direction from me,
For it has its own source.
It’s hard to find reason to gripe
If little things aren’t right
When all the heavens and the earth
Still move within His Light.
Isaiah 45:12
I made the earth and created man on it; it was my hands
that stretched out the heavens, and I commanded all their host.
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