Y-ou're in God's hand,
N-ever shall you fall;
A-lmighty Father hears you whenever you pray or call.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a great fine day;
N-ew dawn September fourth
L-ets not cloud turn into gray.
U-ndaunted by the storm,
A-lways obey the Lord's command;
N-o reason to worry about, you're in God's hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem