He Will I don't know how he will do it, I just know that he will. My cup that sets here now empty. He has promised that he will fill. He feeds the birds when they're hungry. They don't worry or fret. He feeds them from a vast supply. Their every need he has met. Lillies, he's dressed in great beauty. Each blade of grass he knows. Tall trees in majestic splendor, Grow from the acorns he sows. You see there's no need to worry. I don't take time to fret. I can depend on Jesus. He's never failed me yet. ©Martha Chamberlain If you would like to email this page to a friend, please click the bar below. Subscribe! Enter your email to join Magic Interludes today!   Music from Diana's Harp "Papillion" This page and its contents were designed by Magic Interludes 2001 The featured poem is by Martha Chamberlain©. Please do not remove or use without her permission. Magic Interludes