His Will

The noonday sun shining so bright,
It seems to be blinding to my sight;
I am feeling the warmth of its rays,
As the sky has formed a light haze.

The groundhog just made a mistake,
Since buds on trees started to awake;
Even though it is to be winter still,
An early spring must be God's will.

It is His will if spring is early or late,
It is His will pertaining to be your fate;
It is His will as to what may be in store,
It is His will if we are to know for sure.

It is His will for your success or failure,
It is His will on penalty of misbehavior;
It is His will whether you live or die,
It was His will for His Son to crucify.

It is His will to allow the sun to shine,
It is His will to turn grapes into wine;
It is His will for a starry night above,
It is His will to shower us in His love.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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