I was on the bus to see my only sister
who had many family worries.
Leaving the city, the bus turned a corner
and suddenly the spire of a large church came into view,
it stood like a shinning sentinel...
The Hand of God, I thought.
Out of the city,
the bus started its steady climb into the mountains,
mountains that stood as symbols of eternity.
They had stood there long before we were here
and would remain long after we have gone...
Again, The Hand of God
Above us was heard the roar of an airplane ...
What kept this object aloft with tons of weight.
Also, the Hand of God.
A long freight train rumbled into view.
What unseen guide kept it on its tracks...
Once again, the Hand of God
Across the aisle a child cried
and was immediately comforted...
Most certainly the Hand of God.
God at the beginning and end of all things...
God responsible for all the miracles we see
and all we conceive.
In the light in the darkness ever present, ever caring,
I did not know how my problems
and those of the people I loved would be solved...
God knew the answers.
I would put them all in ...
the Hand of God
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