and Works Through His People with Kindness, Tender Love, and Provision by Debbie Harris

A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

This poem was written during a season of deep trial and many tears. My Mom, who is my best friend, has been sick, and my twin brother’s son is in need of a liver transplant. In the midst of these overlapping valleys, the gift of friendship—both the deep bond I share with my Mom, brother’s family, and the kindness of God’s people—has been a profound and moving comfort to me. I have been so moved by their tenderness and provision, and even more by the faithful care of Christ Himself, the Shepherd who sees every detail and never leaves us alone.

May these words point you to Him in whatever trial you may be facing.

With love and hope in Christ,

The Poet

I stand in hushed wonder, soul bowed low,

Before the Savior who numbers every care—

No fleeting thought, no hidden tear or woe

Escapes the tender gaze of Him who meets me there.

His kindness moves like morning light through clay,

Through vessels formed by His own sovereign hand;

Yet every gift and quiet act of grace

Is Christ Himself at work as He has planned.

He marks the sparrow’s fall, the single hair,

The hidden ache that only He has known;

The midnight fear that steals across the air,

The longing left unnamed—yet never alone.

Love deeper than the cross, provision sure

As rivers flowing through a desert land,

He lends His people as His living hands

And writes our days—and those we love—by His command.

So moved am I by kindness pure and free,

By tender hearts that bear His gentle name;

Yet deeper still by Christ who works through them—

The Shepherd-King who loves and keeps the same.