Many is the time life seems so grim,
but brightened again by thoughts of just Him.
Where do I turn in my hour of need?
To the One who sows His love like the seeds.
I think of the flowers touched with His love
and sent as a sign from His hand up above.
I think of the fields farmers have plowed.
They grow great harvests as He has allowed.
I think of the forests with trees great and small.
I think of the One who gave us this all.
God is the One who grants all life,
though many's the time it seems full of strife.
As sure as the day follows the night,
He will show me the way by His wonderful light.
