- Books, Literature, and Writing
written by Bill Carr
In the quiet of the evening When the sun has gone to rest,
It's so peaceful in the country - That's the time that I love best.
And somewhere over yonder ridge I hear a whippoorwill.
The wind sifts gently through the trees And all is calm and still.
The vastness of the universe And the wonder of it all
Have never ceased to humble me And make me feel quite small.
The Master if His wondrous plan Knows each star in the sky,
And still has time to touch the life Of someone as small as I !