The Hands of God
I drank the water,
that came in the cup,
which came from the hand,
of the loving servant,
sent
by the hand of God.
I ate the food,
that filled my belly,
which warmed my heart,
sent by little ones,
who saved their pennies,
and gave all they had,
motivated
by the joy of God.
I put on the shoes,
that covered my feet,
which were under the pants,
that were given to me,
by far away neighbors,
who live their lives,
faithfully
by the grace of God.
I opened the box,
that came on that day,
that brought me great joy,
which wiped my tears away,
that helped me to hope,
and to Jesus it was ok to pray,
filled
with the love of God.
I took the chalk,
and wrote on the board,
which was in the school,
that was built by hands,
who labored in love,
through storm and sun,
strengthened
by the power of God.
I read from the book,
that was given free,
which was translated for me,
from a different tongue,
that taught me the Word,
whether old or young,
enlightened
by the wisdom of God.
After all these things
I pondered deep,
And examined my heart,
My soul could not sleep.
And then…
I believed upon Jesus’ name,
who bore my sins, who took my shame,
who took my place, on the old rugged cross,
who pardoned my sin, so I wouldn’t be lost,
who died and was buried, in an earthen grave,
who rose to life, on that glorious third day,
who ascended to heaven, and rules from above,
with all power and majesty,
at the right hand of God.
U.Art.Known