Sarah Flower Adams

(1805-1848 / Essex / England)

He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower - Poem by Sarah Flower Adams

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Can loving children e'er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to thee:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Oh, ne'er will I at life repine:
Enough that thou hast made it mine.
When falls the shadow cold of death
I yet will sing, with parting breath,
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!


Comments about He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower by Sarah Flower Adams

  • Gold Star - 14,135 Points * Sunprincess * (4/5/2014 9:07:00 PM)

    ........a beautiful write....truly enjoyed this one... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Diana Fischer (8/6/2011 1:11:00 PM)

    What a beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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