"Commune With Me" by Keith Goodson

"Creation's Hand"

Creation's Hand moves yet today
Not just old tales from yesterday
A thing done once, then left that way
With hard, fast rules we must obey.

God's Love, not Power, made it all
It picks us up each time we fall
We count on it each time we call
Or when our plans have hit stone walls.

It gives our life reason to be
It has the strength to set us free
It even saved a fool like me
Whose eyes were closed and could not see.

It's not the process, not the plan
That should take up the time of man
But man, himself, to understand
The meaning of God's Loving Hand.