God's Just Hands
Our God and our Creator, is such an awesome Master,
A greatest of all, most just Progenitor, and mold caster,
He stands before Heaven's open door, as our spirits fly,
His heavenly world, a wonderful realm to await us, on high,
He is the essence of the purest of spiritual light, to see,
as first, in its brilliance, the Alpha and the omega, is He,
He watches over lands and vastness of the widest sea,
and in limitless air, where his angels fly, by His decree.
His powerful frame, as a towering mountain in its name,
To hold the Sun and the Moon, both, as just the same,
He doubts not any worth, to all creatures, so given birth,
awards grand praises to each, while none to lie in shame..
As in one hand, he holds His sword of strongest steel,
and in the other, a balancing scale, as both His to wield,.
His words of life in Glory, is most revered, by us each,
and their valued story, important lessons, His to teach.
Mother Mary, a fine reflection, God's concept, a beginning,
of the life meant in all perfection, and under His protection,
that, as His own creation, His origin in the celestial sky,
He gave his son to win, the wages of all sin, in its reflection.
He placed His son on Earth, that he so valued in His worth,
to serve as His own, and in meeting every human need,
The greatest lesson ever taught, and by the Savior bought,
the sacrifice of self, as he did cry. and there to bleed.
The whelps and cuts, all made by the cruel and coiling whip,
His crown of thorns worn, and the holes where nails, did grip,
By all wounds, the blood did flow, and pain was harsh, indeed,
The Father suffered there, by His son, He loved, and only seed.
His magnificent and radiant face, full of care, and saving grace,
as the Lord God sits in a grand judgement, at His golden place,
The King of the heavenly realm. as a ships captain, at the helm,
He guides the ways of man, in creeds. and fine colors of his race.
Written truth so tall in the scriptures, to be recorded on walls of hardened stone,
spoken as the thunder, and with lightning's flash, the word of God, is so shown.
His benevolence, and by a generous nature, has given us grace, without end,
No finer explanation and in such determination, His gracious word, he does send.
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