His Infinite Care by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jun 8, 1911

His Infinite Care

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

The breeze in passing whispered to the sprigs That tasseled from the boughs of the lone tree To vibrate to the music of the wood In nature’s symphony.

Anon the other trees afar and near Were nodding to the mandate murmured low, Until the mountain forest caught the strain, And tingled, all aglow.

Erelong the breeze grew bold to beckon on The north wind wild descending with its blast, Till every bough upon the mountain range Was quivering at last.

I watched the first slight tingle, but despaired To note each vibrant twig on e’en one tree; For only God discerns each tiny tone Of forest harmony.

How like our life, this music of the firs! We comprehend not e’en the ones most near; Yet each vibrating sprig of every tree By Him is counted dear.

So great our God, I can not understand The breadth and depth and height of love divine; But still I joy that in his hand he holds This little life of mine.

Portland, Ore.