The Hands Of The Master

The hands of the master reached down
To the cold and barren earth below.
Nothing was formed until that hand
Commanded our planet to grow.

The hands of the master reached down
To form from the dust of the earth.
Man in HIS image, formed from the dirt.
And with a breath there was a birth.

The hands or the master reached out into black
And created each star in the sky.
Molding the planets one by one.
And placing them up so high.

The hands of the master reached down once again
To release HIS Son whom He was so proud
And man took the Son of the Master.
And handed him over to a maddened crowd.

The hands of the Master reached slowly down
And broke open the cold dark grave.
And lifted the son from the rocky vault
That attempted HIS Son to enslave.

The hands of the Master would crush His creation
Called man that had pierced Him so deep.
But the Son of the Master said Father please no.
I am the shepherd and I forgive these, my sheep.

[ Terry L Richardson, © 2001 (TRichar384@aol.com) -- from 'The Tidbit Devotional' ]