I Don't Complain

"I don't complain When the Lord sends rain - When the tanks of the skv run over- For the rain you know, Makes the córn blades grow An' gives a lift to the clover. "My plans ain't crost When the lord sends frost An the hills an' plains look wrinkled ; It's a sensouin' sweet For the ihiues I eat- The spice by the angels sprlukled. "I jes' take all Frorn the spring to fall As it comes from the one who sends it. An' my heart'll beat Lilte it thought llfe sweet Till rest in the roses ends It."