GOD'S HANDPRINTS


From my windowsill at dawning light,
On the garden path at noonday bright,
A flowering fragrance fills the air,
I sense the wondrous works He shares:

His winged creatures in their flight,
And other friends for my delight.
Though yet unseen, I know He's there,
I see God's Handprints everywhere.


Poem by Kaz Brown

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