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I come in the little things Saith the Lord:
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I come in small things says the Lord, Not borne on the morning wings Of majesty, but I have set My Feet Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod. There do I dwell, in weakness and in power; Not broken or divided, saith our God! In your strait garden plot I come to flower. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea! on the glancing wings Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet Your hard and wayward heart. In brown bright eyes That peep from out the brake, I stand confest On every nest where feathery Patience is content to brood And leaves her pleasure for the high emprize of motherhood - There doth My Godhead rest . Evelyn Underhill |
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