Something about His Hands...

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There’s something about the way

He tugs the sun to the day

Dissolving the barrier twixt twilight and dawn

And how each blade of grass

Gleams like frosted glass

A sea of diamonds on the front-yard lawn

And how the breath of God

As it warms the bud

Clothes the stark and barren lands

With vesture so fine

Beyond human mind

This makes me believe, we are in good hands

There’s something about seeds

The hope for man’s needs

Knowing when to stir while asleep in the earth

I marvel in thought

At how nature is taught

And yet, within man He placed greater worth

If we would obey

As easily as they

Life would be spared of many an ill

But He imbued in mankind

Something called a mind

And with it the blessed curse of free will

There’s something about spring

It makes the heart sing

As hope and renewal swell in emerald waves

There’s something about dawn

That urges us on

In spite of the dreams we relinquish to graves

There’s something about the way

Night is swallowed by day

Over and over and over again

That speaks of God’s love

And His mercy for us

And the assurance that we are in good Hands

© Janet Martin