Hands of God
Soaring and roaring raindrops,
So wild and flowingly free.
How could you ever know,
The places you ought to be?
You rinse tall, tall, mountains,
Give them a, white, winter coat.
Protect the towering castle,
By filling the empty moat.
You fill earth's great oceans,
Carry logs down rivers wide.
Fill skies with billowing clouds.
The, scorching, sun you hide.
Your music played on rooftops,
Produces, soothing, restful sleep.
Quietly tiptoeing to roofs edge,
You fly down the gutter steep.
You bring much joy to children,
As you turn to pure white snow.
So Santa and his reindeers,
Can to every housetop go.
With your many raindrop friends,
Joined together, holding hands.
You carry the laden schooners,
Over the deep, wide, ocean spans.
You, are bloodflow for the earth,
And lifeline to the beauty of life.
Often cooling, soothing, healing,
Yet sharp as a butchers knife.
Some men doubt your power,
You, being so flighty and frail.
They have not read the book,
Of Him, Who daily sets your sail.
Your work, arduously, difficult
As over the earth you trod.
Men get one clear answer
You are the hands of God
Composed by Al Evans
The things God has made declares
Him to the world.
Romans 1:20-21 "For since the
creation of the world His invisible
attributes are clearly seen being
understood by the things that
are made, even His eternal power
and Godhead, so they are without