The Hand of God

 The Hand of God so evident

From the front

     so clearly seen this year.

Pondering particulars 

     often leads to tears.

Tears of joy and thankfulness

     for His presence in my days.

Tears of wonder and amazement

     for all His many creative ways.

Your hand, O God, protected

     in the midst of flames and smoke last June.

Your hand, O God brought comfort

     and kept from being consumed.

Your hand accompanied Your voice

     through the encouragements of friends.

Their words spoke truth and honor

     to this amazed and grateful one.

Your hand a guide for my hand

     as words tumbled from my pen.

Or drawn inside a sketch book,

     Your truth all new again.

From the back

Your hand orchestrated events

     that brought great joy to all.

We gathered, we celebrated, we worshipped.

     Before You in awe we fall.

To grasp Your hand, to hold on tight

     To walk with you today.

Father, that is my desire.

     Please continue to lead the way.

And on this day, Thanksgiving Day,

     I bow in wonder as I pray.

So thankful for your hand, O God

     that eased each moment that I trod. Amen

The Hand of God piece pictured, a gift from my dear friend Carolyn, inspired these words. Carolyn carried this Olive wood hand-carved piece crafted in Israel across the ocean to bless and lend perspective to us. Thank you, Carolyn. I’ve made it the anchor of our Thanksgiving table.

Praise the LORD! For it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting.                                                                                                                                       Psalm 147:1