His Hand At Work

ONE MORNING MY EYES BEHELD THE HAND OF GOD GENTLY SKIMMING THE SEAS TO FORM WAVES I SAW HIS FINGERS SPRINKLE THE MOUNTAINTOPS WITH SNOW, AND UPON THE DESERT FLOORS HE BLEW TO CREATE CASCADES I WATCHED INTENTLY AS THE LORD’S RIGHT HAND DIPPED IN AND OUT OF THE EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE. WITH CONTINUOUS MOTION, HE FORMED BILLOWY CLOUDS, & SCATTERED THE RAINS UPON THE EARTH HERE AND THERE. SUDDENLY, I WAS MOVED INTO A ROOM WHERE A LIL’ CHILD SLEPT. OUTSIDE I SAW DEMONS WALKING NEARBY, AND YET... HIS HAND APPEARED AGAIN W/ A THUNDERING WHISPER, & SAID, “PEACE BE STILL. FOR I’LL NOT ALLOW ANYTHING TO HARM A HAIR UPON HIS HEAD.”