Wednesday, 21 December 2016


Out of the earth a mist arose,
Providing moisture to the ground;
In this environment God chose
To make Man from the tilth He found.

Blest Spirit, fruit which God desires
Needs more that what grace has endued;
But what will suit God's eye requires
What by Thyself hast been imbued.

How blest that goodness may be known
In what Thy patience has secured;
What endless goodness Thou hast shown
So that God's pleasure is assured.

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