Monday, March 14, 2005

His Hands

This was writen for Pathfinder Sabbath at my church, where I read it aloud. Jan. 2002

He holds the world
And all that's in it.
Animals, people
Anything that would fit.
Sin and destruction everywhere
And no one seems to care
Desiese, death, storms
The dark cloud forms
With a tear shed
He wipes it all away
The world goes on
Without a thank you said.

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