I do love this one. I still remember the day of writing it. I reposted it this year but originally wrote it in 2018, I think. Whenever I hear the phrase “a flick of the wrist” I immediately think of this poem and the imagery that goes along with it.
I originally started my blog to reach women who had had abortions in the past or were thinking about having one. Poetry was furthest from my mind at that time. I do see now how poetry has helped me heal, helped encourage others, and ultimately praises God. Enjoy this poem. With covid spiking back up and nerves getting frazzled as we fear more of this unknown…may this poem be a daily reminder that He does have the whole world in His hands.
Oh Lord how I wonder how large are your hands.
Can you really cause them to rest upon all our lands?
With a thumb on one coast and a pinky on another shore.
Grasping our earth, dominion over it all, to its inner core.
With a flick of your wrist, you swat off meteors headed earth’s way.
Like a filter, your hand protects us from the sun’s fierce rays.
And all the while your hand is making these decisions,
your steady hand is guiding a surgeon as he makes his incision.
How can hands so large be upon the tinniest of cells.
Purifying and replenishing where cancer finds its place to dwell.
Oh Ancient of Days, oh Son of Man,
Majestic Messiah, The Lion and The Lamb…
Have Your miracle working, powerfully protecting, loving hand
upon all of our lives. Upon all of hearts, may You always stand!