GOD’S HAND
What human hand could make a tiny flower,
Or shape a birds wing to fly hour by hour?
On canvas, yes but not to give life or breath.
So if there is no God. Who does life give?

Can man make the sunshine through the day,
Or send sweet life giving rain man’s way,
Or by the quarters of the moon change tides?
If no creator, what great power someone hides!

What human strength can raise a mountain high
Or clad a vale in lush green grasses that sigh
In the winds that blow? By what great power
If not by deity in some heavenly bower?

To those who know not God, nor His power see
In this great universe of beauty and majesty.
Who cannot in a tiny flower or in the song of a bird
God’s hand find: beware when the last trump is heard.

M Ann Margetson © February 20, 2000

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