We Are As Clay of His Hands
All things are bright and so beautiful,
the moon and stars in heavens above,
Made from God's own caring hands,
and the very essence of his love.
The moon to shine on each, in the night,
while the sun, to warm the days,
Are pure expression of His devotion,
and shown in the finest of ways.
As clay made objects, each to serve,
are as stewards on this earth,
human kind were given a mind,
to use and prove their worth.
A life of beauty and joyful times,
filled with happiness and much mirth,
Each to live a well inspired life,
and with its origin at our birth.
The days spent on this good green earth,
were meant to share by each,
For all God's creatures in soil and sea,
in their greatest heights to reach.
Beyond the outer most stars in space,
the Universe, wide, and so immense,
His creation is a smile on God's loving face,
and that, we all can sense.
From the cosmos and atoms forming the whole,
we all were each so made to be,
As spiraling stars, amid galaxies spread,
much too far that the eye can see.
Our earthly shapes so formed from the roots,
and each an artist's creation,
Give proof in a vibrant portrait painted,
and of the love mixed in its inspiration.
By His own hands, a mix of the clay,
from the soils of our earthen rest,
Every soul is so formed and fashioned,
each to be our Creator's best.
Baked in the oven of a well lived life,
then glazed with earthly delights,
We all are so beautifully sculpted,
to shine by day, and as stars, in the night.