Ernie Ford was singing that Stuart Hamblen hymn, 'His Hands," this morning as I walked. "His hands paint the flowers; he puts leaves in the trees. At his whisper birds start singing when my heart needs melodies."
This makes me wonder what his hands are doing at about 4 a.m. when the local coyotes start laughing and carrying on.
This makes me wonder what his hands are doing at about 4 a.m. when the local coyotes start laughing and carrying on.