His Hands

Streaming down the cradled Rocks

Sparkling water flowing through

The sand,feeding all the life

Our Lord put here on this land.

Sunny skys but falling leaves

Blowing lightly in His sweet sweet breeze.

I see His hand in all the colors

The sky ,the flowers and lots of others.

The seasons change,and days get shorter

But my Lord stays the same

He is like no other.

Writte by:©Betty Bolden


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