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| The Hand of God |
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| By Richard Miller |
| The sun rose gently, tinting the sky with its yellow flames |
| It lifted toward its zenith on a slow trip that brings it down |
| And up again in the morning |
| The warm sun touched my skin |
| It let me know that God was there |
| The night was done |
| The day dawned with a gentle breeze |
| Again I felt the hand of God |
| He softly pressed it into my heart |
| Lifting it to heaven |
| I stood in the midst of the rubble |
| I wondered how something like this could happen |
| To such delightful people |
| They laughed |
| They smiled |
| They offered me a cup of coffee |
| Their home was gone |
| It had blown away yesterday |
| The hand of God |
| Had lifted it from where man could place it |
| The rain cut into my skin like many pricks of needles |
| The wind blew me back |
| Still I pressed forward |
| There was someone in need |
| Hot food and companionship |
| I could provide this with my friends |
| We carried the kitchen |
| The water |
| The food |
| The people came |
| One |
| Two |
| Ten |
| Twenty |
| We fed thousands |
| Flames lit up the sky |
| The night would not be the same |
| Heat pierced my thick coat |
| It caused me to sweat |
| In the twenty degree weather |
| Water on my back froze in rivulets |
| Running down into my boots |
| I watched the family huddle |
| Beside the bright red truck |
| Wrapped in blankets for comfort |
| I felt the hand of God |
| He led me through the fire |
| I felt the hand of God |
| He took my hand |
| And led me to them |
| He carried me to them |
| He gave me the strength to go |
| I could not go without him |
| Today I felt the hand of God |
| He reached inside my heart |
| And lifted it up to heaven |
| He reminded me |
| There is a place |
| A home that will never fall |
| It will not be burned |
| It cannot be blown over |
| He will bring me there someday |
| I will walk with him down golden streets |
| He will hold my hand |
| As a father |
| Holds the hand of his child |
| For I am a child of his |
| The Hand of God II |
| Tonight I felt the hand of God |
| He touched my heart with you |
| You smiled |
| And when you did I knew |
| The light of God was there |
| He led me through the fires of life |
| Without a single burn |
| He led me through the floods |
| And let me live to learn |
| Again I feel the hand of God |
| I feel his hand in you |
| I know that he will keep you safe |
| He takes care of his own |
| And you are a child of his |
| Today I felt the hand of God |
| I watched the buildings fall |
| He held me in his arms today |
| And though I was afraid |
| I knew that life was mine to live |
| Whatever others do |
| I know that when we look at life |
| The world can get us down |
| I know that if we do not dare |
| We cannot reach the sky |
| I know that if we look to God |
| We cannot help but fly |
| He will always hold our hand |
| As a father |
| Holds the hand of his child |
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