The Maker.
I see the stars I see the moon
See the sun feel the noon
To see it all open my eyes
And let me see the works of your hand.
For the world declares your work
The unseen and the known
Known as you are through your works
Gentle, compassionate like the potters’ hand
Molding and shaping us not as we desire but as you would.
For you alone know us,
For we are fearfully and wonderfully made.
With hope and a plan for a future with good and not with evil
This is what you desire for us ………if we let it be.
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