The Touch of God’s Hand
(Bob Nolan)
The prairie sun sends down its ray
To warm my heart through every day,
The starlight beams that guide my way
They're all the touch of God’s hand.
The scattered pearls of morning dew,
The rainbow mist on hills of blue,
The silver veil of moonbeams, too,
Are just the touch of God’s hand.
The desert breeze that brushed my hair,
The leaf that fell from who knows where,
The scent of wild flowers in the air
Is just the touch of God’s hand.
The wasteland call that fills the sky,
The hum of wild wings sailing by,
The warm earth bed on which I lie
Is just the touch of God’s hand.
The desert yields a water pool
Where wild things meet, their throats to cool,
And I’m a carefree, happy fool,
I know the touch of God’s hand.
The rain that falls I love so dear,
And joy is mine just living here,
I know God must be standing near,
I’ve felt the touch of His hand.
I felt the touch of God's hand.
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