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His Touching Hand

by Clinton Herring © 2023

Spring has come and summer is near,
The summer rains touch flower's face.
The flowers bloom and shed a tear.
They fill my space with wonder, grace!

The fields are full of flowers, dear.
The clouds blow cross the bright, blue sky,
The whisper of the winds, I hear,
And in my mind, I wonder why?

The trees now filled with leaves so green,
And life is all around me now.
Trees bow in winds before a queen,
All from God's hand, I wonder how?

The beauty of God's touching hand.
His mercy, grace and comfort brings...
He's touched my heart, this one, like sand.
The music that my heart now sings.

And nature adds its symphony,
As God has called me to His side,
The Spirit stirs up ecstasy,
He's made me part of His new Bride.

My heart is filled with joy and peace.
He's called my heart to be His heir,
As I reflect on God, fears cease.
He gives what's His for me to share.

Titus 3:7 that being justified by His grace we would be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.

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