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.”
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