And I said: Lord, how is it done?
Enos 1:7
With the setting of the sun,
I often ask: How is it done?
How does the day unfold with grace,
how do the stars the sky so lace?
What holds the firmament apart;
how can you heal a broken heart?
Must sin and error ever be
my course upon life's bilious sea?
But then a still small voice explains
the Savior gathers all my pains
if I but put my trust therein --
and let Him wash away my sin.
And so I come to face the dawn,
my terrors and regrets all gone!
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