intricately involved are His ways,
intricately involved His power to display
Morning to Evening nothing passes His eyes
with every sparrow that dies.
Behind the vail
of eyes that cannot tell.
His soft whispers gently
changing my moment to moment.
Wind of God ever moving in
the courts of man's minds,
ever breathing your breath divine.
Ever moving paths
and in silent I walk with a vail
I cannot tell.
-Allison
-Allison