Poetry

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Painted by the Hand of God
Danette Kettwich



No Artist holds perfection the way God creates with His own hand;
The clouds moving with precision, the vivid colors of His plan.
The majestic splendor of the mountains, the roaring power of the sea;
The color of the rainbow, the sunset, and the glory that can be.
The eagles graceful flight, up in the blue sky, so free.
No human hand or chance could create such a variety.
The texture of the leafy trees, the perfect shade of green,
The canvas God created stretches as far as can be seen.
The brilliance of the sunshine, the sparkle of the rain
The shimmer of the flowing river, no human could explain.
The rich brown farmer’s field, filled with fresh turned sod,
The awesome brush strokes of nature, painted by the Hand of God.

copyright 2007 Danette L. Kettwich

Psalm 19:1-4 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.

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