God's voice sings sweet and clear As it calls each day to awake. It is a song of creation and recreation. A song that gives life and breath To all that dance within its measure. God's eyes are knowing eyes That penetrate to the heart of things. He sees the darkest soul and the strongest fort And the blink of his eye brings death, or life. God's hands are callused hands. There is dirt beneath his nails. He reaches down And scoopes up pain, and hurt And all the troubles of the world. God's knees are strong knees That work hard every day Because he stoops and bends, Kneels and lifts so often. God's heart is a loving heart That beats the rhythm of the universe. His breath is the wind in the sailor's sails And his song, the stars in the night. His thoughts are the very laws of physics. And his arms are a mother's arms at night. God's hands are bloody hands. Not with the blood of vengeance, Nor with the violence that we do. The blood on God's hands is his own From the nails that were driven there.© 1998 W. T. Weatherly