what’s it like to cry a raindrop,
or to tell the wind where to blow,
to fill the oceans with water and sand,
to cast a thunderbolt from my hand?
what’s it like to command a star
to shoot across a nighttime sky,
to order the flowers and trees to grow,
or to drop a curtain of pure white snow?
what’s it like to create human life,
or make skies rumble a deep throated call,
to make evil spirits tremble in fear,
to pierce the darkness with eyes so clear?
these are miracles of his power and grace,
I kneel to pray, to feel his embrace.
August 30, 2020
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