Your Hand at Work

There is nowhere I can go and not see your hand at work. Your fingertips caressing the trees, making them bow and shake. Your breath lifting the ocean spray and twirling its edges. Your fingerprints left on every leaf and flower. Your spirit at work in the lives of those around me. Your creativity in every single thing that I glimpse. You, O Lord, are all around me, help me to acknowledge that every moment of every day. Let me never stop being thankful for all that you have created to sustain me and for my enjoyment.

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