I believe...
that every particle of dust that dances in the sunbeam does not move an atom more or less than God wishes-
that every particle of spray that dashes against a boat has its orbit,
as well as the sun in the heavens-
that the chaff from the hand of the winnower is steered
as the stars in their courses-
The creeping of an aphid over the rosebud is as much fixed
as the march of the devastating pestilence-
the fall of sere leaves from a poplar is as fully ordained
as the tumbling of an avalanche.
that every particle of dust that dances in the sunbeam does not move an atom more or less than God wishes-
that every particle of spray that dashes against a boat has its orbit,
as well as the sun in the heavens-
that the chaff from the hand of the winnower is steered
as the stars in their courses-
The creeping of an aphid over the rosebud is as much fixed
as the march of the devastating pestilence-
the fall of sere leaves from a poplar is as fully ordained
as the tumbling of an avalanche.
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