Poetry

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The hands of God made and fashioned me,
And has the power to destroy just as easily;
He is capable to mold me out of the clay,
And can turn me into dust again if I stray;
He can pour me as milk curdle as cheese,
Like He clothed me in this flesh with ease;
He had built my frame of muscle and bone,
As He granted me life with a way to atone;
He has preserved my spirit deep within,
Wherefore of my heart He has hid therein.
We have just taken for granted being here,
Without any worries or cares and no fear;
Just thinking of the ability of God's hands,
All of that awesome power He commands;
Not only can He create, but also destroy,
Just as it would be child's play with a toy;
We need to be thankful for His goodness,
Pouring out His love giving blessedness;
More than ever thank Him for being kind,
And that He will never change His mind.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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