The Hand of God

When I behold the rising of a new day's sun, Or glorious sunset when the day is done, Or view the majestic moon rising o'er the dell, I see the Hand of God at work and know that all is well! It is He who waters the earth with life-sustaining rain, To nourish all the fruits and fields of golden grain. He renders the bountiful harvest across the verdant plain. 'Tis surely the Hand of God attending His vast domain! Who but He could have formed the mighty mountain peaks, Pristine lakes, flowing rivers and gently rippling creeks! It is He who adorns the trees in gold and scarlet every fall. 'Tis surely the Hand of God that wrought this celestial ball! I see the Hand of God when a mother cuddles her newborn child; When the babe first peered at mother's face and sweetly smiled! He has boundless love for all creatures be they great or small. 'Tis surely the mighty Hand of God that governs o'er all! When I regard the stars or a comet as across the sky it speeds, How can I not stand in awe of His matchless deeds! Though there is so much about His universe I'll never understand, This I know for sure - 'tis the creation of the Master's Hand! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired