What happens when the sun shines soft,
The breeze moves gently,
And the leaves begin to fall?
What happens when the children smile,
When dear old Ruth in the nursing home
Laughs at the joke you tell?
What happens when the potluck table
Overflows with leftovers aplenty,
And no one can eat another bite?
What happens when grace abounds,
And our cup runs over?
We smile, we may dance,
And we may be willing to even
Do a favor for a stranger.
God’s King comes
On the wings of a prayer,
And the notes of a song,
Like rain to a thirsty land.
George R. Pasley
October 14, 2020