Every drop of rain is directed by a sovereign hand.
Every blade of grass grows at his command.
He has counted every grain of sand.
Who doubts He watches every woman, every man?
Those that crave and rave and demand
Those that repent at his reprimand.
Both live under his gaze and scan.
Both will face the Son of Man.
The only hope, the gracious span
The dying gift of the Great I AM.