A Worldly Thought Sun is coming up, moon is getting low Beneath these two lights, my balcony begins to glow Dirt in the fields, the soft lawn asunder Both lying dormant after a long winter slumber What will I give birth to this year they say? Is it roses or cucumbers, corn, beans, or hay? As I gaze upon Your heavenly wonders The stars, the winds, the boisterous thunders God’s in control of all that is here Created it so for the world He holds dear It’s His seasons of Love filled... more »